Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Feel that electricity.
Electricity courses through the circuitry of my computer once again. So I settled for a generic brand AC power adaptor - still, at $170, it's done irreversible damage to my cashflow. By the way, thanks to Anonymous who left the link to an eBay item in the last entry's comments. Had I had access to a functioning internet-enabled PC I probably would've made a bid for that genuine HP power adaptor, but of course that wasn't the case. Nine dollars?! Gah! I'm kicking myself!
So while the pot smoke from the next door neighbour's house wafts over the fence line and in through my window (which I should probably close), I'll just rant and rave a little.
The can of whipped cream in the fridge has run out of propellant. I can feel it when I shake it; the can is at least a third full of cream, just waiting to find it's way into my stomach. But alas, the only means of extracting said cream - high pressure nitrous oxide - has just gone. It's immoral. Downright criminal.
Mattymoo has been a little sick of late. I'm inclined to believe that he caught something from the girl.
I woke up the other morning to my Mum fiddling with the lock on my door and entering unnannounced and unwanted. It was early and I'd normally be asleep but the night before, I'd rigged up a timer to the lamp on my desk so that it'd shine in my face and wake me up - the alarm clock just doesn't cut it anymore.
She didn't make any excuses for forcing her way in, but she did seem a little caught unawares when I spoke. I get the feeling that maybe this isn't the first time that the lock has been tampered with while I've been inside my room, asleep. For a while that morning, I was glad it'd been a little on the cool side and my nude self was safely under the covers. But the thought crossed my mind that maybe she has snuck into my room on one of those hot, sticky nights when one sleeps on top of the covers.
I felt dirty.
Listening to:
Title: Tonight [Ben Watt Night Flight Remix]
Artist: Low
Album/station: Ministry Of Sound: Chillout Sessions Vol. 6 (2004)
Length: 4.36
Electricity courses through the circuitry of my computer once again. So I settled for a generic brand AC power adaptor - still, at $170, it's done irreversible damage to my cashflow. By the way, thanks to Anonymous who left the link to an eBay item in the last entry's comments. Had I had access to a functioning internet-enabled PC I probably would've made a bid for that genuine HP power adaptor, but of course that wasn't the case. Nine dollars?! Gah! I'm kicking myself!
So while the pot smoke from the next door neighbour's house wafts over the fence line and in through my window (which I should probably close), I'll just rant and rave a little.
The can of whipped cream in the fridge has run out of propellant. I can feel it when I shake it; the can is at least a third full of cream, just waiting to find it's way into my stomach. But alas, the only means of extracting said cream - high pressure nitrous oxide - has just gone. It's immoral. Downright criminal.
Mattymoo has been a little sick of late. I'm inclined to believe that he caught something from the girl.
I woke up the other morning to my Mum fiddling with the lock on my door and entering unnannounced and unwanted. It was early and I'd normally be asleep but the night before, I'd rigged up a timer to the lamp on my desk so that it'd shine in my face and wake me up - the alarm clock just doesn't cut it anymore.
She didn't make any excuses for forcing her way in, but she did seem a little caught unawares when I spoke. I get the feeling that maybe this isn't the first time that the lock has been tampered with while I've been inside my room, asleep. For a while that morning, I was glad it'd been a little on the cool side and my nude self was safely under the covers. But the thought crossed my mind that maybe she has snuck into my room on one of those hot, sticky nights when one sleeps on top of the covers.
I felt dirty.
Listening to:
Title: Tonight [Ben Watt Night Flight Remix]
Artist: Low
Album/station: Ministry Of Sound: Chillout Sessions Vol. 6 (2004)
Length: 4.36
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