Wake up late again – I couldn’t get to sleep last night for itchiness and prickling. Consulting the internet’s finest medical websites all they can offer is a less-than-comforting “Uhh… I don’t know”, but it does make getting to sleep very difficult. Which makes getting up even more difficult. In any case, I really need my coffee this morning.
Shower and dress and leave for work.
Get in at 11:15 and work through lunch, as I’m not eating today. More artworking and finalisation – it seems a lot of things are coming to completion at the moment.
Everything being done for this week by half past three, and many people on the floor being caught up in a frenzy of swapping desks, I do some cleaning up (although I’m not moving anywhere, or at least I don’t think I am). It will, hopefully, but nice to come back to a clean desk next week. I find that the computer doesn’t accept my password when I wake it up to shut it off, so I do it the hard way with the button on the back, a technique which is, as they say, deprecated. I’ll need to have a word with IT about it next week.
As it’s still light, I take the opportunity to walk through the park to Lower Marsh (although they’re doing something involving digging on the bit that would make it a short cut, so it’s more of a long cut, as I need to walk around), and go to the heel bar, where I get some brown shoe polish and some insoles, and then the general hardware shop, where I get some light tan polish and some brushes.
Get home early, then. H is still here, though getting ready to go out. I use the new shoe polish and brushes to polish my brown shoes. Actually, they are tan shoes, although now I’ve polished them with brown shoe polish, they’re dark tan shoes. It’s fine. They’re fine. Everything’s fine.
Turn on the computer and as it’s warming up (my computer has to warm up. I don’t know whether it thinks it runs on valves or something.), I watch The End of the Tour, or at least I drift in and out of it. Jesse Eisenberg is fine, and Jason Segal really catches some of DFW’s idiosyncrasies, but I still prefer the full-length German Interview, which is basically those idiosyncrasies and insecurities writ large. If I have a particular problem with the film, it’s the way it represents DFW’s railing against the mythologisation of The Writer as a means to shore up that mythologisation. Although Hollywood does that a lot – apparantly showcasing a challenging idea from the point of view of the authority the idea is challenging, while appearing to side with the challenge. Naughty Hollywood.
Finally try out the music video camera I got. It uses up battery power really quickly, which might be its drawback. Also, it looks fine on the tiny screen, but what about anything bigger. Also, my playing is rubbish, so I’ll have to work on that.
Realise I’m too bewildered to do anything practical and shut down the computer again. Watch In A World, which I’d been meaning to do, and now it’s turned up on Netflix. Netflix seems to work the way the bargain bin did at Our Price records: I would scour it for albums that I’d not wanted to pay full whack for turning up for £2.99 with a corner of the cover lopped off. Same principle, but with movies and all corners intact.
Looking through old photographs of London and trying to match them up to Google Streetview. Literally hours of fun. For certain values of fun.