Another day - June 18 2002

My "Peaches" CD is faulty. It really annoys me when I buy a CD and
it doesn't play properly, I then have to take it back to the shop, but
that will have to wait.

Monday was very hot. About 86 degrees and me in a nice white shirt.
Sweating up the hill from the station with my laptop and books.

I slept on top of the covers last night, it was so hot. I woke up at 6
and pulled the sheets back over me. The cats were both on the bed.
Tabby sleeps near the pillow and Longhair plumped himself down by my
feet. My wife was fast out. She tells me that sometimes I snore, which
of course I deny strongly. Thank god I don't talk in my sleep.

The post has just arrived as I write this. The mail is usually full of
stuff for my wife. She's a journalist. I am a programmer and web bod. I
get magazines about pcs and expensive software, she gets samples to
write about.

I always have a coffee now in the morning. I should have breakfast, but
I don't. More ciggies, and maybe if there is time a cup of tea.

I try to get up at 7 am so I can go online, check email and see what's
been happening in cyberspace. Yesterday I was online for an hour, and
then had to write up my diary and then get dressed etc.

I saw Big Brother again last night. I think I have started dreaming
about it. Alex and the shopping list (sounds like a book by Roald Dahl,
doesn't it?). Some people say BB is pants, but I don't think so. I look
at it like a story and the inmates are all actors in a play. Try to
think what they are thinking. How much PJ hates the poor side.

When we bought our first flat we had NO hot water and only two tapes,
one of Glenn Miller and one of the Everly Brothers. The flat smelt a
bit as well, but we had some good times getting it ready. The old lady
downstairs has gone now, they've built a proper parking space out front
and replaced the doors. It was our first flat.

"Peaches" played for three hours this evening on the Mac, which says a
lot for Sony Vaios.

I spent about the same amount of time in the chat, and found some
exchanges so funny I have saved them offline.

I got caught into talking about past girlfriends, including a girl I
hadnt thought about in some years. Scarey exactly what info appears
when you type.

I am listening to Heathen right now. I like the album. I like "I Want
To Be Your Slave" as well as "Slow Burn" and "Afraid".

Am I afraid? I am afraid of loneliness, and being alone. I'm afraid of
failing, and I don't take well to harsh criticism.