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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Tuesday 19 June 2007 (Day View)

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19.06.2007 – Tuesday 19 June – Cold, Windy & Washing Machine Hoses

Morning

• Got up half past ten. Felt crappy for sleeping in so much. Found that my rent is being increased. Decided a nice hot shower would make me feel better. Found that there was no hot water. Found that the power had tripped out, turning off my computer, which was halfway through doing things, while I was in the shower. It’s going to be one of those days. Looking on the bright side just makes my eyes sore.

Afternoon

• Fixed the washing machine hoses. One hot water hose, one cold water hose—not that complex, but surprisingly difficult. Items used included one cable tie, two hose clamps, vice grips, half a brick, a Leatherman, a screwdriver, a solenoid actuated valve, a bucket of hot water, three washing machine hoses, one heat-expanding hose, the rubber from a hose tap adaptor, and a partridge in a pear tree. Actually, I made the last one up.

Evening

• Here I am at work, feeling a bit sick. Apparently chocolate cake and a multivitamin for breakfast, followed by a chocolate milkshake and the last remaining cup of day-old chips for lunch isn’t the ideal recipe for health, vitality, and brighter, whiter teeth.

Night

• I sit in the fishbowl, surrounded by cold dehumidified glass, fighting metaphorical fires, for hours and hours, and then when it’s time to go home, I find that it’s blowing an icy gale outside. It’s almost scary, and a good enough excuse to get a taxi. I then sit at home, listening to some of the crazy music last.fm has been giving me, find that my mail server is blacklisted by Yahoo, request that it isn’t and switch to another one, and hide in my bed, listening to the wind slicing through air, battering against the window, in a vain attempt to get inside.