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Sunday Voodoo in Me
Oct. 12th, 2003 01:40 pmNo prizes for guessing what I've done this weekend. Your freaking Mix Cds! Ok, they should be posted Tuesday, because on Mondays I have no time to go to the post office. I'll sneak away on Tuesday, during lunch hour, and probably spend 20 pounds mailing these CDs to different corners of the world. I really hope you enjoy them, because I had a lot of fun making them.
On Friday I bought "something" at the corner store to make the covers of the CDs. I got the strangest reactions from the people in the store. A guy asked me what I was holding, and when he saw it he turned away as if I were a leper. You'll understand when you get your CDs.
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Like most Sundays, I haven't moved further than the bedroom or the kitchen. The radio has been constantly on, the dishes were washed, some food ingested. And when I look outside, I can see the leaves of the few trees growing between the neighbouring houses, shimmering... and I have no clue whether it's cold or hot, or strictly speaking mild outside. And I will never know because, like most Sundays, I won't leave the house.
I've drunk too much tea, I've watched Silke's jar of Camomile tea leak and cover our kitchen floor... I swear I thought the smell was coming from her bedroom. I played some Zelda (fuck, i finally found the "person" who plays the harp). I spoke to Silke about how my Pulp DVD just won't play on her DVD player. We have no idea why... it works fine on the computer. I might have to exchange it in HMV (though I suspect it won't make a difference... her DVD player is for all zones, and maybe the DVD has a protection against that.)
I think I might go take a bath now, and read Margaret Atwood's "Oryx and Crake". Soaking, baby.
4pm, Attack of the 80s. I won't be here, sadly... anachronism is my middle name (associating the 80s with Livejournal!).
On Friday I bought "something" at the corner store to make the covers of the CDs. I got the strangest reactions from the people in the store. A guy asked me what I was holding, and when he saw it he turned away as if I were a leper. You'll understand when you get your CDs.
******
Like most Sundays, I haven't moved further than the bedroom or the kitchen. The radio has been constantly on, the dishes were washed, some food ingested. And when I look outside, I can see the leaves of the few trees growing between the neighbouring houses, shimmering... and I have no clue whether it's cold or hot, or strictly speaking mild outside. And I will never know because, like most Sundays, I won't leave the house.
I've drunk too much tea, I've watched Silke's jar of Camomile tea leak and cover our kitchen floor... I swear I thought the smell was coming from her bedroom. I played some Zelda (fuck, i finally found the "person" who plays the harp). I spoke to Silke about how my Pulp DVD just won't play on her DVD player. We have no idea why... it works fine on the computer. I might have to exchange it in HMV (though I suspect it won't make a difference... her DVD player is for all zones, and maybe the DVD has a protection against that.)
I think I might go take a bath now, and read Margaret Atwood's "Oryx and Crake". Soaking, baby.
4pm, Attack of the 80s. I won't be here, sadly... anachronism is my middle name (associating the 80s with Livejournal!).
