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phone nakedness
Oct. 26th, 2004 06:26 pmWah!
I left my mobile in Nibbler's house last night (the 'because I'm retarded' is just implied here, yeah?). This is particularly shit because I was expecting a call from a visiting 'Murrican who can only contact me on my mobile. I could not suck more. Will get it back tonight though. I felt completely naked without it all day. Methinks I'm a smidgeon too dependent on the technology. My brain went to a worst-case scenario place and all I could think was "But what if someone DIES?! I won't KNOW!" Why yes, I am an idiot.
I was working in the finds office all day because my back is still fucked eight ways from Sunday. I'm just going to have to give in and go to the doctor. Fill me with your delicious narcotics, Doctor! I am your willing vessel. I was kept busy washing horse bones. I named him Hester. Dog bless him, but he got an almighty whack on a vertebrae - possibly not the most pleasant death ever.
And now I must to give the house a thorough cleaning, for the fogues return from foreign climes tomorrow morning. Y'know, scrape the mould off the walls, get rid of the drunk in the shed, re-tile the bathroom. Good times.
I left my mobile in Nibbler's house last night (the 'because I'm retarded' is just implied here, yeah?). This is particularly shit because I was expecting a call from a visiting 'Murrican who can only contact me on my mobile. I could not suck more. Will get it back tonight though. I felt completely naked without it all day. Methinks I'm a smidgeon too dependent on the technology. My brain went to a worst-case scenario place and all I could think was "But what if someone DIES?! I won't KNOW!" Why yes, I am an idiot.
I was working in the finds office all day because my back is still fucked eight ways from Sunday. I'm just going to have to give in and go to the doctor. Fill me with your delicious narcotics, Doctor! I am your willing vessel. I was kept busy washing horse bones. I named him Hester. Dog bless him, but he got an almighty whack on a vertebrae - possibly not the most pleasant death ever.
And now I must to give the house a thorough cleaning, for the fogues return from foreign climes tomorrow morning. Y'know, scrape the mould off the walls, get rid of the drunk in the shed, re-tile the bathroom. Good times.
