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).