Monday

[tamaranth]

Left work early, so that I could spend two hours getting home (fatality at Peckham, unspecified horrors on the eastbound Circle line, post-information society at Victoria). Why was I rushing home? So that nolley could fix my shower. Except that the shower company's 'next day' delivery doesn't actually mean 'next day', but 'a random day of our choice'.

And now I really need a shower, but haven't the energy to go out again and head for the pool. Also, must stuff myself with food prior to 12-hour fast prior to Needles (and a heart scan) tomorrow; the medical profession want to see if I am alive. If I am, it is overrated.

Have column to write. Suspect it will not be improved by BEER but am in filthy mood (and not just mood, hahaha) so do not care.

Damn, it's hot. Bring me a beach.

Comments

[sbisson.livejournal.com]

Will a portable beach party do?

http://basketsbybonnie.com/showproduct.php4?key=12

[ladymoonray.livejournal.com]

Want me to come and get you and bring you back here for a shower? Round-trip offered. Am bored and hot.

Text me on Tony's phone if you like, or reply here. My SIM card still isn't working.

[tamaranth.livejournal.com]

have to write goddamned Chronicle article, and also cannot eat or drink or do anything fun, and am in *foul* mood: so no, but thank you very very much for the offer. Boo hiss for SIM card, too.

[ladymoonray.livejournal.com]

OK, no problem. Good luck with article.

*hugs*