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desperanceIt's about this time of night (half-six, more or less) that I tend to glance at the clock and think "Is it Friday yet?"
It's almost never Friday. If it were Friday, then two things would be true: one, I would scowl and mutter as I remembered that I had forgotten to put the bins out yet again (I Cannot Remember Friday! It was Sunday for years'n'years'n'years, and then they changed it to Friday and I Cannot Remember Friday!!); and two, I would probably stop work and go downstairs and turn on the radio for The Now Show or The News Quiz, it's usually one or the other.
But, of course, it isn't Friday. It almost never is.
Instead it's Tuesday, and we have Mac standing on the switch that disempowers everything on this desk, so that I have lost a paragraph of working and all the impetus that that implies.
Also, I am unconvinced by this tooth. It's ... throbbing. It is a zombie tooth. Which is of course appropriate to the zeitgeist, but perhaps less so to my mouth, which is old-fashioned about these things.
Still'n'all, we will give it till tomorrow. As this isn't Friday, and I don't have a weekend stretching bare and bleak ahead of me. Just days.
It's almost never Friday. If it were Friday, then two things would be true: one, I would scowl and mutter as I remembered that I had forgotten to put the bins out yet again (I Cannot Remember Friday! It was Sunday for years'n'years'n'years, and then they changed it to Friday and I Cannot Remember Friday!!); and two, I would probably stop work and go downstairs and turn on the radio for The Now Show or The News Quiz, it's usually one or the other.
But, of course, it isn't Friday. It almost never is.
Instead it's Tuesday, and we have Mac standing on the switch that disempowers everything on this desk, so that I have lost a paragraph of working and all the impetus that that implies.
Also, I am unconvinced by this tooth. It's ... throbbing. It is a zombie tooth. Which is of course appropriate to the zeitgeist, but perhaps less so to my mouth, which is old-fashioned about these things.
Still'n'all, we will give it till tomorrow. As this isn't Friday, and I don't have a weekend stretching bare and bleak ahead of me. Just days.