so, here we are again. 

it's one thirty pm and i should be doing work but my brain is refusing for an unknown reason. it's been fed triple what a regular person needs, it's had coffee, it's had sleep, it's just mysteriously on strike. I'll give it til three and then begins the whipping.

yes, i'm typing out numbers. as several days ago i 'helped' macbook by cleaning it... and all the keys got schizophrenia and multiple personalities and whatever else their problems. still debating whether to resign to a life of copying and pasting numbers and exclamation marks and brackets or shell out the cash for a snappily dressed a-bit-too-cheery Apple geek to fix it. 

why i'm being stingy on the gold coins when it comes to this is as mysterious as today's malfunctioning noggin, though, after spending up big the last few days on many pointless things and many things that weren't pointless even though they seem pointless to the outside world.. DAMN YOU HOUSE STORE/PAPER SHOPS/CHOCOLATIERS/JB HIFI. 

So it goes. 

I also paid the extravagent fee that one pays these days for cinema adventures (when IIIIII was a boy, we walked ten miles to school and the talkies cost five cents and you got a bowl of licorice frogs and ... <- old man voice needed here, clearly ) to see the fine fellow pictured above, in action with my sister ( as in.. sister and i both saw him, not see him in action WITH my sister, that would be gross... too gross  ) .

And it got me thinking about human attraction to escapist films, why I become giddy at the site of nostalgic English smog-and-rooftops scenes and why we so badly want to delve into worlds where magic and/or protective grandfathery wizards exist. I... oh. This pre-amble took me my whole break to write, thanks to copy and pasting brackets , and now it's time to go.

I'll be back, blog. I'll be back. To fill you in on the aforementioned thoughts, on scenarios involving emotionally stunted russian-speaking neighbours, on sausage-obsessed (the edible kind, mind out of gutter please :o ... and yes, i know 'they're both edible' but seriously :I ..  ) housemates and all the other pointless factoids that my 'life' revolves around today. Note the quotation marks because since these are the insignificant and not particularly noteworthy , the title 'life', that implies some kind of progress, adventure or at least..movement, is not quite deserved. :I 

anyhow. the pathetic attempts at rain and the glorious sounds of my ipod are calling me.

xx