I'm sitting in the living room, Apple on knee, listening to Bud playing a guitar accompaniment to the music blasting out of his mega speakers. Well, blasting, I've asked him to turn it down a bit. This is Sunday, you know. Not that the guys who live downstairs are religious though they have been known to bang on the ceiling when the music's too loud.
Talking about Sundays, did you know that there are places only an hour or so from Amsterdam where the people are so religious that they won't drive or ride in a car on Sundays, insisting on walking to church and back, sometimes more than once, all decked out in black? A colleague of mine who grew in a village like that, but wasn't religious, told me that his family used to save some gardening work round the back of the house for Sundays so that they had something to do on Sundays and didn't offend the neighbours by working in the front garden... I would go stark staring mad in a place like that.
I digress. Back to the living room. We've got reaggae on at the moment. I love reaggae, particularly Bob Marley. Also love my little Apple and the fun of being able to blog wireless from the living room couch. Feels a bit like being a student again. Oh don't mention that. I'd forgotten momentarily that I was in battle with The Paper. Bud was helping me with it this morning. You wouldn't believe how convoluted my thinking can be at times. Logic doesn't come easily... Or maybe you would realise that, from the rambling nature of this post..
There's a bug hovering. Bud's a lot better today. I feel worse. Fortunately, I've been raiding the bottles of vitamin pills in the past week so there's a chance that this bug will be clobbered before it gets a hold. After lunch, I just want a nice clear head to sit down and write one amazingly coherent paper. I need a couple of thousand words on paper to stem the feeling of rising panic.
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