Saturday, February 18, 2006

What is there to say on a Saturday evening?

I haven't got that much to do. Well, that's not true, there a million things I could be doing, but I'm not feeling the motivation. My headache didn't go away yesterday and by the evening I was punching pressure spots on my body in the hope that it would somehow help. I don't really know where the pressure points are so it was a bit futile, and this morning I'm covered in slightly mysterious bruises, as Rufus Wainwright once said.

But I wokeupfine this morning, just about, and now I'm here, listening to Rufus, not quite sure where my evening will take me. Hmmmm. Any suggestions are very welcome.

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