Posts tagged “daily life”
My family thinks I take long showers. To settle the debate, I present a minute-by-minute breakdown of my typical morning routine, featuring scalding water, existential crises, conditioner that never rinses out, and significant time lost contemplating personal projects, mortality, and the deceptive packaging of hair care products.
Every morning I perform contradictory maintenance rituals on my body: fighting bacteria here, cultivating it there, drying this, moistening that. There must be a more efficient system. Though sticking my eyes in my armpits seems impractical.
Something's going on at Widgets HQ. Also, I'm into chai tea now, but I'm keeping my non-hippy credentials intact by sticking with regular milk.
I had a dream where an Irish barman explained whale drinking habits to me, complete with infographics. Mink whales drink you under the table; white whales drink you completely underwater. I woke up laughing for 30 seconds. My brain is weird.
Survived two of four fillings. The nurse was actually good at suction, he didn't bruise my lips, and the anaesthetic kicked in before the drill did. Face still paralysed. Apparently I look like a stroke victim on the tube.
The water company warns of a drought while I sit here listening to rain pour down outside. Laughable.
I've developed an itchy skin reaction and suspect my laundry detergent (Ariel Liquitabs) is the culprit. Switching to Persil non-bio helped, but my wardrobe is still contaminated. Every morning is a gamble. Today was particularly bad, and I'm starting to fear something worse is to blame.
Finally well enough to sit up without falling over and make it into work. Still coughing like a dying goose, but I'll take the win.
A massive fuel depot explosion rattled our windows at 6am, leaving a huge smoke cloud drifting over the house all day. Also saw the Jon Stewart show (disappointing), have a cold, and am possibly overdosing on mince pies. West Wing season 6 is keeping me up past my bedtime.
Been busy today, more photos coming tomorrow.
Blogging from the dinner table. Not sure if I should be proud or ashamed.
Low energy day, nothing worth blogging about. At least I tidied up and fixed my computer's annoying random shutdowns.
Had a wonderful day of wide-ranging conversation with an attractive American, covering everything from Heisenberg to Che Guevara coasters to the Iraq war, followed by a dinner party touching on blogging, valium, and FTP servers. Too tired to elaborate further.
A blow-by-blow of a pretty standard day: tube delays, mug theft, a near heart-attack over phantom missing thousands, Polish policeman jokes with no punchline, and an estimate with a gaping hole in it. Saved by metric tonnes of fajita.
Doing the Friday Five this week on morning routines, even though the questions aren't great. I wake up around 9am, sleep in until 2pm on weekends, and immediately turn on my computer. Starting work again in 9 days. Breakfast out in London? I'd go broke.
Last Monday of term, sitting at Moz's computer waiting for dinner, with Kim and Matt en route. Top B tonight should be great, or I'm just bored and hungry. Probably both.
Repeatedly woken at dawn by a fire alarm. Missed my first lecture. I need sleep.
My tooth is killing me. Also: rotten.com is disturbing, UBS Warburg convinced me investment banking is morally bankrupt (they charge people to hide stock ownership, then charge others to reveal it), the weather is awful, and I'm trying out WinMX.
