To keep myself occupied I whined extensively and pathetically on Twitter.

Overslept a bit. Then staggered into life.
Spent the morning preparing to try to buy tickets to see Elizabeth Fraser at Meltdown. Preparing psychologically, that is. There’s nothing I could have done physically. Possibly training my fingers to press phone keys neatly, that’s about it.
The phone lines and website seemed to open at 11:56 (four minutes early), because that’s when they crashed spectacularly. I frantically poked at both the website (which never really responded) and the phone line (which went from a flat “try later” to trying to connect me but giving a dead-line tone to actually connecting me) for what seemed like eternity but was, in fact, about thirty-five minutes. And then a very nice lady took my details and sold me a pair of tickets.
To keep myself occupied I whined extensively and pathetically on Twitter.
After my triumph, I had lunch, then went in to Walker to deal with Stuff.
After work I walked to Greensmith. The weather has decided to taunt us with a few blue skies before the freezing grey comes crashing down again.
Home, find that although I successfully set the time for the rice cooker, I forgot to press “go”. Also that I’ve killed the electric scales somehow.
Throughout this, I continued to upload videos, which I wrote extensive notes on.