I woke up this morning and tried to get out of bed. My body wondered if I had any other dumb ideas I wanted to try. I thought about going to work and it stopped me halfway through. I dozed, finished reading Zak Smith's
We Did Porn, which is fascinating, dozed, read this month's
Esquire, made ham sandwiches, dozed, listened to the Keith Jarrett
Solo Piano: Bremen / Lausanne concerts, dozed, read some of the
Roissy in DC blog, made a soup of celery, green beans and Borlotti, watched a couple of episodes of
Dirt series one, wrote this and now I'm going to bed. Because tomorrow's dumb idea is waking up at 05:30 to catch an early train to Chester. Which I'd like to do.
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