Waiting for ... random thoughts.

[tysolna]

Listening to Beckett while doing an inventarisation of software, not having seen a soul for the last three hours and being up since rather early this morning, or rather, early for me, because of the plumbers dropping in to put a new radiator into the kitchen as well as repairing three others for various reasons, anyway, when you're already in a slightly strange frame of mind, listening to Waiting for Godot does not help.

The kitchen thing is progressing apace. However, by now my other rooms, as well as my mum's, are a mess. I feel as if I'm moving. Now, if I could only get rid of all the stuff.

I've sadly not finished everything on my to do-list for January. A new one will appear here next Thursday. I have no room to read or write, let alone time and peace.

I need to contact someone, but lost email and apparently only have wrong snailmail. Bosskitty Rachel, if you read this, drop me a note please.

queuedub, you didn't get my email, did you?

manchester_red, I won't be able to reply before Saturday, I'm afraid.

xhirra, it's 1752, not 1852. Off by a mere hundred years. No worries, though. ;)

Still waiting to hear from the work application people.

Good things:
Went into a shop the other day and bought three sweaters. The shop's one I thought I would never find stuff in - Esprit. And a lot of reduced stuff, as well! Their trousers, though, are impossible.
It's Friday, and the Band will go to the pub tonight to meet with our ex-guitarist who's in town for the weekend. Fun!
Ten more minutes, and I can go home.