Wednesday 4 August 1999

Sardines

Hehe, got a seat. Rush hour sardines is so much fun... not! Coffee time. I wish there was an easier way to timeshare a cup of coffee and a palmtop. :(

Railway tracks, flowing across the land like a river that gives no comfort - a human current rushing to their own personal oceans of work. coffee break...

Right, where was I? Who knows? Who cares? What is the point? Let's pick a front-page story at random from someone else's paper for me to rant about... Well, well - so the queen mum is 99 today - does that story really need half of the front page of a broadsheet paper? It's depressing to think about the fact that I could have another 75 years of this to go - and at the end I could end up like great granddad Chaffey - at least I won't have the pain caused by forgetting the names of my visitors, because I won't have any ... Thinking of how upset GGC used to get when he would know who my mum was, but couldn't remember her name is both upsetting to remember and also quite scary - things can get worse than they are now, and they probably will. I fixed a laptop yesterday, the main reason I succeeded was that I wasn't afraid to make things worse because I know that sometimes you need to make something worse before it gets better... I hope I don't have to apply that to my personal life - it's bad enough as it is. Maybe I have already been applying that principle subconsciously - that could be what my brief experiment in self mutilation was about... it didn't work though. The scars are fading slowly, the ones on my upper left arm are probably going to be permanent, but at least they aren't as visible now - you'll only be able to see them up close soon - I'm glad I kept the cuts above the T-shirt line.

Oooh, pretty colours! Looks like the computer displays at Farringdon are well and truly buggered. A magenta background and white writing for the headings and red background with yellow & white writing for the train times. Yick!

I wish the bloody Northern line was running - without it there is a lot less flexibility in getting to work - I left St. Albans 25 minutes before the train that I am waiting for did. Normally I could get to work earlier on the train I caught, but not at the moment. I won't even have time to get a decent coffee at London Bridge - I'll have to go to quick snack. No announcement for this train - I don't think this one goes to London Bridge - at least I'm moving, even if I am crammed in. Well that's 2 stops closer - don't know why I bothered really, it hasn't reduced the journey time at all... The train I'm after is 7 minutes late - I might not be able to get a coffee at all :( I'm gonna look around here (Blackfriars) and see if I can find a coffee shop... Yay! They even do flavoured latte - he's put far too much cinnamon syrup in though :( Now I'm back to the drink or write dilemma. A palmtop that you could sub-vocalise to - or even one with thought recognition, that would make this journal really easy - it would also enable me to do the dream diary part. I really want to do that while I'm awake, but can never be bothered to write them down when I wake up :(

Apparently the train was delayed by a crash in Mill Hill - it was less than 10 mins late, so it can't have been a very bad crash... Maybe the train-driver was just rubber-necking at a crash on the motorway. Lol - this thing just wrote rupert instead of rubber. Rupert-necking, I guess that must have something to do with wearing a scarf - I don't want to think about it too much though...

Ack! My CD player has just given up on me - no music until I can dig out the receipt and take it back!!! That will be the weekend at the very earliest. Expect some seriously pissed off entries over the next 2-3 days...

Almost to Greenwich... Signing off...