a convincing simulation of productivity

I wanted it to be amore productive day, but…

Oh, what the hell, ironing is productive, or at least it’s a convincing simulation of productivity. I do the ironing while listening to Andy Kershaw in Iraq which is fascinating, a much needed insight into Iraq, via a world music obsessive’s investigation of their music scene. The first part is a repeat, broadcast because the usual presenter is on holiday and I find it so interesting, I seek out the second part and listen to it.

Ironing done I read The Guardian online, try to find out what is supposed to be so wonderful about Buffy and whether anyone agrees with me (a Guardian TV critic, oddly) and put rude words into the The Advertising Slogan Generator, the meme du jour.

It works very well with the words Drugs, Money and Spleen. Not surprisingly, I suppose.

There seems to be a lot less of today, largely because I got up very late and am attempting to wind down early. I do need to readjust my body clock now the leg is drifting towards sensibleness again. The leg? It hardly hurts at all now and is a lot less red, but quite itchy and it’s been peeling for a few days, just like sunburn. Perhaps I had a thermonuclear event in my trousers. Hmm. In my drug-crazed fantasies perhaps…