I have had a good day.

It was probably because of the fucking excellent party. Hardcore.

I did household chores! I paid both credit cards. I did the things that you are supposd to do in living in this bullshit paperwork kulture. For fucks sake if I was meant to spend my life shuffling paper then I would have evolved with a fucking biro instead of a left hand. Anyway its all good baby, and what is more it is evidence that I am feeling better.

I cycled to the Mall. In the plastic spearminted indoors highstreet I heard REAL music. A youth played piano in a cafe, he gave a shit, his music was real. There was a sprig of green life, of human emotion, admist the fake ferns and promanading posing potted people!

I found a modelshop. I went and looked at the remote controlled helicopters. 180 for a small plastic thing. Fuck that. But I saw a pile of hlaf price kits. I was very tempted. The opportunity to relive my youth of fingerprints in the frosted glass windows of WW2 aeroplanes. Smelly glue and enamel. Maybe in next winter.

I made sag aloo. Women in Hindu communities are sexist. Men are not really allowed in the kitchen. But I leanrt. oh yes. OK so my chappatti still come out square, but, I have sag aloo better than ANY indian restaraunt.