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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Wednesday 20 June 2007 (Day View)

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20.06.2007 – Wednesday 20 June – Freezing

Day

• It’s remarkably cold and windy. I froze to the bus, which was nice and warm, had breakfast cum lunch at Govinda’s, and froze back to the bus, which was again nice and warm. I then froze back home, before freezing back to the bus, which was still nice and warm, and spent the afternoon chilling politely in the fishbowl at work, which for operational reasons, I’ve now renamed “Ned’s Disaster Response and Emergency Reaction Centre”.

Night

• As it’s still extremely cold and fierce outside, I caught a taxi home and have been sitting here, moving my fingers slowly, sorting music, and listening to a few new songs I’ve recently got, and it occurred to me—between cursing the current lack of global warming—how fast technology does move. It wasn’t very long ago that I had a single 9 GB hard drive, and now I have (if I have counted correctly) one 500, three 200, and two 80 GB hard drives, along with some 40, 20 and 9 GB hard drives, which are now too small to even bother using—and all this in my small home system.

3am

• It’s late. It’s cold. My internet connection just dropped out. Probably frozen. Might head to bed before this liquorice kills me, via the cold room with the toothbrush and scary women’s tools.