Ms. Polly!

12.30: Woke up – fucked about on laptop; tinkered a bit on an old composition called, Next Doorses Shed.  Read LCD Soundsystem’s latest blog – I like ‘em cos I trust the writer. 3.30: Cuddled the dog lying next to me (better than nothing). Entertained the thought of going back to sleep. 3.32: Got up, fed the dog (whole tin; he’d let me sleep in after all). Watched him eat. God that little dog loves his food…pondered the consequences of giving him a trough filled with 5000 tins of food; would he ever reach the point of fullness? Or just die bloated and deliriously satiated! 3.42: Let the dog out for a shit etc. Emptied a tin of bouillabaisse soup into a huge Pyrex bowl - whacked it in the microwave for 10 on a medium heat - then went and did what the dog was doing outside, inside.  3:50: Let the dog in (wiped his arse; he had a wet one). 3.53: Set the table: Soup (in huge hot bowl). Spoon. Remote control. Pills (great invention). Sat down at the table, put TV on – gutted - missed The History of Mister Polly on Film 4 (note-to-self: must start getting up earlier…grrrr). Put the news channel on whilst eating and ruminating about Mr Polly. BREAKING NEWS: OBAMA WINS NOBEL PEACE PRIZE. – Great, just what I needed, another hugely successful person winning something…GRRRR! Switch-off. 59 seconds later: Switch back on - I acknowledged my jealously – took ownership of it. Besides, I wonder if he knows he’s still 'dancing for the white man' – metaphorically speaking. I bet he does, if he’s all brainy and shit. 4.07: Thinking about all the things I should be getting on with: writing letters, paying bills, returning friend's texts, messages, emails etc etc etc. 4.08: Decide best course of action is to do it all tomorrow (if I get up early enough). 4.09: Back to bed to watch Dragon’s Den On Line on BBC iplayer. 4.13ish: In bed watching said show on laptop with mutt, going twos-up on a Flake....

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