Interference possible

Lon­don call­ing. This is Lon­don call­ing. Since nobody decided to answer, I put the phone down and tried to con­tinue read­ing my book. I read the sen­tence repeatedly, at inter­vals of approx­im­ately seven minutes, for a dur­a­tion of three hours. Unfor­tu­nately, inform­a­tion stead­fastly refused to seep into my brain. So I lay down on my bed and stuck my head out of the win­dow for an hour (a trick I dis­covered while attempt­ing to get a decent night’s sleep dur­ing the recent heat­wave). This has been the sum total of my evening.

Because this is the Per­sonal Web — a cre­ation unlike any other that is bring­ing price­less con­tent to the masses (and I said that without once rais­ing an ironic eye­brow) — I just thought you’d like to know.

Note for self: must remem­ber not to drink alco­hol alone when being fool­ishly care­less with tab­lets. (Don’t worry, I’m talk­ing not tak­ing any rather than tak­ing too many).

I think, on bal­ance, I’m com­ing to the con­clu­sion that I dis­like August intensely. More on that later.

Just sent a text mes­sage. “Oh, but I make more sense than you do,” I said, lying through my teeth.

It’s OK. Some­times I don’t know what I’m talk­ing about either. (Insert addi­tional light­hearted quip here, in parentheses).