Killing time
Suggestions for what I should do tonight now that I'm unavoidably free:
[ ] go to the pub
[ ] decorate cake
[ ] play piano
[ ] practise karate
[ ] tidy my room
[ ] read
[ ] spod
[ ] mope
[ ] other (please state) __________________________________________
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[ ] go to the pub
[ ] decorate cake
[ ] play piano
[ ] practise karate
[ ] tidy my room
[ ] read
[ ] spod
[ ] mope
[ ] other (please state) __________________________________________
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In that order.
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Actually, the current plan is: decorate cake, drink gin, drink more gin, cry, drink more gin, fall over.
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How much for a rich moist very chocolatey chocolate cake iced to look like a green baize poker table with cards and chips on?
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The "proper" ones the casino uses for tournaments are just big circles of chipboard with green baize over.
In fancy places, they're slightly kidney shaped so the house dealer gets to reach eevrybody else more easily.
I'll see if I can find a webpage.
And since it wouldn't strictly be for my birthday as it'd be months late, OF COURSE I'd give you /something/ in return.
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- Not bothered about a clean room, but being able to find the floor without resorting to geophysics would be handy.
- Books are good, yes. I have my books and my poetry to protect me.
- I'm already fit, but I could do with practising technique.
- And music, yes, if I can think of anything to listen to that doesn't have any emotional associations for me whatsoever, which kinda limits it.
Hmmm. There's a list-making question (High Fidelity stylee) to distract my mind for the rest of the afternoon: 10 albums I own which have no strong emotional associations for me. I'm not sure I can do it.
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Looks like I've got a trip to telehouse....
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At least if I practice piano, over the course of an hour or two I'll see a difference in how well I'm playing whatever it is I'm practising. The improvement might not last if I don't play again for a while, but it's nice to get somewhere, sometimes. Shit, I get nowhere with the rest of my life, the least I can do is try to feel some kind of sense of purpose or achievement in the pointless middle-class self-improvement hobbies that I pursue.
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Now, go and get some CLUBS.
Do some PROPER juggling.
furffu! wimmin!