Jenna Jameson

You know you're having a good day when you're drinking Irish Coffee at work. Sláinte!
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Cups of coffee: 4 (including the Irish)
Listening to: DJ Shadow, In tune and on time
Reading: Bruce Chatwin, the Songlines
Mood: Perculating, a little disconcerted but stabilising?

A job that slowly kills you

Usually, when the subject is broached, I tend to suggest that work for me is unimportant, secondary, almost peripheral. But, as it turns out, I derive a truckload of my emotional state of mind from my succes, or lack thereof, at the workplace. Here I am, happy as a bird because someone offered to get me some screws (not to get me screwed, mind you) for my scribing setup. Maybe it was the general kindness I was met with, but I'm pretty sure that the actual advances I am making are making me feel ... good. Thanks to this, I may then be one significant step closer to solving some problems.

I heart Radiohead

Fog
There's a little child
Running round this house
And he never leaves
He will never leave
And the fog comes up from the sewers
And glows in the dark

Baby alligators in the sewers grow up fast
Grow up fast
Anything you want it can be done
How did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?
Somethings will never wash away
Did you go bad?
Did you go bad?