Sunday 11th of March, 2001
Today is the day I alluded to on Thursday: Got up, had breakfast, went back to bed (trouble getting to sleep again last night so I was tired out), sat around making bleeps etc (good name for a Techno record shop, that - Bleeps etc), went back to bed.
Up again, more bleeps (it's amazing how hypnotic bleepery is!).
Laura calls to say hi, and that she got a message I left about going to see Jim Hall next month (right at the front!). I said that the tickets hadn't arrived, but of course, they might have - they could have been in yesterday's post, but I haven't been out since Friday. Which is not so much decadance as crapness.
Try to get the video part of Heavy ConstrucKtion to work, but it is, apparantly, specifically designed not to work on my Powerbook. Finally manage to get it to do something, albeit juddery and it's time for bed. I blame Microsoft - it's the only rational thing to do.