October 17th, 2006


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Today's been a good day, even if I had to go to work, but you know, even work was good. My colleagues claimed to have missed me, and ooh-ed and aah-ed over my £15 boots and way too expensive new coat, and A., an amateur musician, had burned me no less than 5 CD-s which he handed over to me with an oh so casual "see what you think" -- well, I've just had a listen to a couple of tracks and they're really really good. Bit bluesy, but good.

I called my optician and placed an order for a new contact and a spare set to be made up. I told him how I'd flushed my contact down the drain and he laughed -- as well he might, all the way to the bank. Anyway, he promised he'd have them ready for me in a couple of days, which is good as I literally can't see what's right in front of me. I can see perfectly off in the distance, but peer myopically at the screen, not knowing what the hell I'm doing really.