CONSPIRACY THEORY #20041102
verbal agreements. they never work. as a shrewd north American i have let my standards slip. i shoulda got it in writing or something. we’d agreed that last thursday would be the last day that she sends me files to format… lo and behold i found 4 yesterday and one today. well, i guess i can just clock more ghost hours too. HA!
i’m SO tired. i wish i can find good coffee somewhere in the uk. i’m craving a tim’s right about now. SO cheap yet still a decent cuppa. i’ve found a link to the the underground hip hop scene here. i saw an e-mail addy and just asked. ha, it turns out that it was actually the artist’s e-mail and he’s from Chicago. but he’s going to hook me up to guestlists now! all i need is for someone to come with me. pj, where are you?
going to get internet access within the next 3 weeks in my flat! FINALLY! but it’s going to broadband. sigh! it’d better work and work well is all i have to say!
i’m sorry i don’t have anything too enlightening to say today… wait! do i ever? but i’m too tired. it’s tiring being mad for half the day. and i usually don’t stay mad for long. note to self, it’s a waste of time and energy being mad at things beyond your control.
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