Sunday 8th of July, 2001
arer and shorter than I imagine
I manage to get back on schedule-ish, by getting up and doing my sitting. I write up last night's gig and actually manage to clean the bathroom and hoover all the way along the corridor to the living-room. So some success there.
I have to crash out for a bit in the afternoon, with a Joe Frank playing in the background (the perfect soundtrack to drifting in and out of consciousness to). It is interesting to see how little I am actually conscious during these periods, when it feels like I am awake most of the time, but infact the periods of consciousness are rarer and shorter than I imagine.
Bath. Gather my stuff and off to Bonnington Square.
Laura gives me a lift back, and comes up for a cup of tea, and so that I can show off the capabilities of the modem: successfully play some TrailerVision trailers, online comics, Zapavision mock-ads and small movie trailers. Unsuccessfully try to play the full-screen Planet of the Apes trailer, although it might have worked if I could be bothered to wait for it to download.