I am now the proud owner of decaf coffee, both instant and “proper”. Let’s see if it helps, shall we?
I never went to the photography course today. Fate was piling obstacles up against me. First I realised I needed to buy a new monthly pass for the bus in order to be able to get to work in the morning, so I stopped off in the centre of town, which delayed me more than somewhat, especially since it took an inordinate amount of time for any bus or tram to show to take me the last haul up the hill. Then the tram I finally boarded decided for some reason to take a completely different route to the one it’s supposed to take… (There was an announcement that might have mentioned something about a power failure and the benefits of changing to the bus, but I was way too deeply engossed in my book to be able to pay attention to announcements.) So I found myself off the tram again, still at the bottom of the hill and quite a long way from the nearest bus stop. So I walked home. Probably did me lots of good, but it meant I was way too late and way too frustrated to even contemplate going out meeting other people (and being late, I’m not good at being late).
Whatever.
Voice on the stereo: Icehouse – Crazy