‘I love deadlines. I love the sound they
make as they go by.’
Words of wisdom from the man who, if I have
an idol, is it, Douglas Adams. Today was deadline day, so I crept out of bed at
just gone seven, and bogged off to my Starbucks to work my ass off. As I write
this, it’s nearly 8.30 at night – 13 hours later, and I’ve just about finished
for the day. In the interests of full disclosure, I should say, I took an hour
off for a rather extravagant lunch with d, who came down to Cardiff herself
after doing the sensible, day-off thing and catching some more sleep after waving
my ass out of the door. The extravagant lunch was a la Francaise – guinea hen,
no less, and a slightly odd potato soup that tasted of nothing – French cuisine,
Welsh style.
Have yet to bike, but that’s next on my
list of stuff to do. Once I’ve sent a couple of emails. And posted this online.
And oh yeah, loaded up a couple of links to my writing website. And finally write some Christmas cards. And find a Parcel Force card so I can hopefully claim a parcel that hopefully hasn't been sent back to fuck-knows-where, even though it was a while ago it arrived, and...oh gods, I hate deadlines.
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