Offish sort of day, attempting to extricate myself from Holloway.
The first thing I do is strip the bed. That sort of seals it.
Indeterminate time, as the clocks went… back? last night. Though one thing I’ve learned over the last year is that time is contingent and variable. I simple accept that it’s "really" an hour earlier than I thougt it was.
I’ve woken up with a sharp sick headache, which develops somewhat.
I walk to Marks and Spencer and buy croissants. During the journey it seems like an extravagant waste of time and money, but getting home and putting them in the oven, I remember that food from M&S is very nice.
I eat the croissants and watch Spaced with the commentary.
I watch a lengthy documentary on the making of the Star Wars films, from the box set that Ben and Gerard gave me for my birthday.
I vacuum the whole ground floor as well as the Record Room that I’ve been sitting at the computer in.
The doorbell rings once. If I had any chocolate or sweets I’d have eaten them myself by now.
Eventually I get a lift to my flat with my stuff.Hello there, broadband internet. I’ve missed you. Chat to Juan, then cyberchat to Pablo (the iSight works! Hurrah!). I go out and buy tuna fish, which I eat with toast. Is this technically cooking? The toast, I mean.
A little research. Also I buy a ticket back to Kiel, for Friday.