it’s early morning. i’m terribly exhausted from the rigours of a workday. but i’m still figuring out how to best manoeuvre typing in front of a tiny monitor. i have lots of recorded telly shows yet to be seen. i’m wondering whether to watch the practice or ugly betty, or just skip television until after wembley. listening to the feature commentaries of the sound of music was a bust. the dvd is still covered in plastic wrap. i have e-mails to write and birthday cards to send, plus books to evaluate. but the chores comes first, or i'll be buried alive in the unforgiving pile of laundry and magazines.
as today is the second phase of wembley cup, i wish for more trains at the station and no more dashing avoiding the horses' ire.
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