Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Tomorrow I'll miss you
Remember I'll always be true
Every day you have to go to work is a repetition of the working day before, and so we go on and on in an endless loop of banal indifference. Not helped when you forget your phone at home, which was my stroke of genius this morning. I can't stop yawning and it's really frustrating.
The following appeared on Neil Gaiman's latest blog (not actually written by him atm) from the 'mailbag' section:
Q: Do you have any tips for the care and maintenance of waistcoats? I place no stock in the abilities of the local dry-cleaning emporium, and the servants are afraid to hazard a hand-wash ever since the unfortunate incident with the cheese.
A: To which I can only reply, good sir, that if you are storing or conveying -- or, dare I say, BOTH -- your unstable cheeses in your waistcoat then you are quite beyond my help. Never the less, I will add that nothing gets rid of dairy residue sunk into fabric like the collision of large hadrons.
I found it amusing.
I will now express my afternoon and my outlook/approach to the weekend entirely in a series of progressive icons:
[All icons have been linked to their original creators, except the first and last one as I have no idea where they came from]
Music: All my loving - The Beatles