Other day: new lines, twisted glass, phone-call about the thing you're doing in the middle of doing it does that just make you look even more disorganised? working in pubs cafes graveyards on the bus and in those five minutes of waiting, deadline membrane pushing outwards must finish finish finish before the moths eat everything I own, lines crowding pointless too untidy, too casual amateur nothings bathroom needs cleaning
Chore day: Can't de-junk because you never know what's junk, chuck my last primed board in time for Lily to ask me to do a mural, end up testing cut-price Liquitex on the back of a green chair (don't worry it'll test the opacity) how much paint will cover how much wall I don't know don't know anything about anything except where this or that line goes.
Birth day: Happy happy to damiancugley (for yesterday) have that old claymation Achilles I was telling swisstone about on Sunday, I found it looking out Orpheuses for squigglyruth, look! all the scenes we won't be seeing between Brad Pitt and Garrett Hedlund, not as hardcore as I said it was, but softer is better at breakfast-time, right? Have a lavishly illustrated F. Holland Day biography, have some shot glasses with mad cats on them, yes, I know you don't drink, but aren't they cute?
Yeah, and yeah, and yeah.
Yeah -- me into bed deliquesce into hell and awkward evasive comment.
Also: My boss thinks what the website needs is a stupid web quiz. Can it have cartoons, too?
EDIT: Advance evidence suggests that I may have been wrong about Troy. I suppose there may be spoilers behind that, if you count comments about Brad Pitt's (absense of) pants as spoilers.