I keep thinking to myself 'Oh, I'll just get Thing X, which will help me to do Task A', and then suddenly remember that Thing X is buried in an anonymous white archive box somewhere within in a stack of 39 other identical anonymous white archive boxes in the eaves and that to get to it, I'd have to shift a whole lot of anonymous white archive boxes and is it really worth it when I can actually do Task A without Thing X?
Although the dining room is nearly clear of stuff, and my office very full of it, I still feel rather dislocated from my life right now. I keep waiting for something to click back into place, for Mum to ask me when I'm going to go back to Reading or something. It's like looking at one of those Magic Eye pictures and just waiting for the image to leap out at you in all its glory, but no matter how hard you look, all you see is just a bunch of coloured speckles.
Re: those Magic Eye pictures — you're really going to enjoy Mallrats when you get around to seeing it, Suw….
I'll say no more about this. You'll just have to trust that there's a connection between this and that.
ralph
PING! SHE LIVES!
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Max
Ralph – Hm righto, I'll just have to take your word for it. (And get hold of Mallrats sometime soon!)
Max!! Oh nefarious one! Nice to see you around. I'll sms you when I think you might be awake. 😉
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