Friday the thirteenth, but some of us have lives that are as immune from bad luck as oceans are immune from flooding.
Into Walker again, where I remain until the evening, doing that stuff that I don’t tell you about. I have CDs to deliver of the work I did yesterday. Ooh, fascinating.
In the evening I find myself the possessor of an iBook. There is a lengthy explanation of why this is the case, but I don’t feel like going into it. Needless to say, the price differential between the United States and the UK isn’t what it was in the early 90s. It is a beautiful and dinky thing, the iBook, I must say.
In the evening it’s my last chance to catch the karaoke. The singing teacher describes one finalist’s voice as “awesome”, which means that she can’t be noticing the way that the singer is swerving around the pitch like a car on an icy road. Or perhaps she does notice it and simply employs the word “awesome” in an unusual way, like the doctor in Seinfeld who uses the word “breathtaking” quite indescriminately.
No Later (it’s the snooker instead) so I break that TV habit. Hurrah.
Oh, and the drip’s come back. Of course.