Could be worse, I suppose. I’ve found myself back in Bath, for some reason. The weather is supposed to be shit hot but it’s been cloudy all day, although the sun is now shining as I write this so who knows. Yesterday was a really nice sunny day. I got thoroughly slaughtered on a cheeky couple of bottles of merlot.
Today I woke up with a ten pound note and a hangover. I bought some bread, cheese, tomatoes, half a cucumber and some apples, and four pint cans of Stella Artois. I dropped one of the cans, which proceeded to spray beer everywhere, so I had to drink one even though I told myself I wouldn’t drink so early.
Oh well.
I also bought some Sellotape. I had very little choice; my iPod’s screen is actually falling off in places. So I just covered the whole fucking thing in Sellotape. Works just the same as it did without it, so crisis averted for now. I really aught to get the screen repaired but I don’t have the £40 everywhere is asking for to fix it. Fuck it; I’ll just MacGuyver this bitch until it finally dies.
I recently read a book called The Lifeboat, set in 1914, about a group of people who spend a month lost at sea in a lifeboat after the ship they are on explodes. It was really good, I wish I could remember the name of the author.
All right, that’s all. As ye were.
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