Shaitans

This is my week off.. no early starts that I don't want, no staring at a Mac all day waiting for some news to inspire me to write about it.. etc

Oh, yeah and Sunday was my birthday. It went very well. A lot better than the disaster that was last years. Some superb gifts of music and vision which I may or may not rant on about later when I've digested them fully. Gripping eh?

So today is my only full day break from the labour of love that I call BrokenOrchestra. We've got a track down and more to go with decisions being made about the.. what's the word? this is what happens when you stop writing... actualisation(?) of the 2 exciting developments recently mentioned.

What else? Oh yes: the woman in the Corsa ad can borrow my car anytime. Or anything else she wants for that matter. Yum. Especially if she knows Penelope Cruz....

Reading the Koran and understanding the Koran are two completely different things.

With a further two episodes under my belt Californication is still the best thing on TV.

That the postman now comes to my house at 12:45 is retarded. Absolutely fucking retarded. What are they running: a business (evidently not) or a joke (so it seems)??

Having an obese and unattractive man hold a sign for Subway with a big arrow is not an effective way to entice people to buy a foot long Italian BLT. If that's the outcome I'll stick to me salad and water - which is going well, thanks.

I really don't want to go back to working in an office everyday. I shall have to overcome my block and write a novel.

There was more but.. I've forgotten

bon noir