Monday, March 16, 2009

I woke up discombobulated today and that's been the modus since. After the carry on with the heating last week and make no mistake, I'm grateful for the fact I have that, let alone have it back - this week's huckle is the dreaded car service/MOT. I just dropped it off and be wondering (spell that – d-r-e-a-d-i-n-g) what size of hole this'll bury me in. The added bonus of my road tax being due will possibly result in my having to switch the heating aff. That's not spelled wrongly, incase you were wondering. I just reverted to the vernacular or localese. Not sure why.

Just watched the Lefsetz/Simmons oratory set-to and now I’m even more depressed. True, I could have turned it off but for some reason I stuck with it. Time is precious and you can’t get it back so I’m signing out and looking to Maia Hirasawa’s new set of songs to maintain the ballast. I know it’s a fine thing and if anything can sweep those cobwebs away, then these will.