Janet (j4) wrote,

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You're making lists today of all the things you haven't done yet

Today I have:

  • Learned a lot about Dreamweaver
  • Sent a glass bottle-stopper, a plastic giraffe and a plastic dragon to various people in the University
  • Tried a Lee's Original Macaroon Bar, and arranged a delivery of some more of these ambrosial foodstuffs and some tablet as well!
  • Sent at least two emails I probably shouldn't have sent
  • Failed to send at least two emails I really should send
  • Read the first two stories in The Saint to the Rescue
  • Deliberately driven through a red light (after waiting for over 5 minutes on a nearly-empty junction, and the people in the other lane gave up first, and I was still careful, but it still feels like a Bad Thing)
  • Sung lots of random stuff, from If ye love me to Goodnight, Sweetheart
  • Agreed to read a young boy a bedtime story next week
  • Managed, on the whole, to convince myself that the nervous crampy feeling in my stomach that won't go away really is just period pains, and not a sign of Worrying about anything in particular
  • Failed to find a cure for period pains, but enjoyed a glass of kirsch as part of the experimental process
  • Eaten prawns
  • Had 50p eaten by a snack-machine on the New Museum Site

The red light was strange. I was sitting there at the light listening to Everything But The Girl, and thinking how sitting there at a red light that never changed, just waiting, looking up at the light expectantly, trying to maintain that sense of being about to move, would make a really good music video for "Mirrorball" (which had just started as I reached the lights); and I was sort of subconsciously assuming that the lights would change halfway through the song so that I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the lyrics any more, and they didn't, and I can't decide whether it would have been better from a music-video point of view if the lights had changed and I had slowly driven away, receding into the darkness.

Come on girl, it's too late.
Come on girl, it's too late now.
Come on girl, let it all go.
Come on girl, it's too late now.
Come on girl, it's gonna be alright.
Come on girl, it's never gonna be alright.
It's too late now.
Let it all go...
Cause it's never gonna be alright.

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