We were out last night for flatmate Petes’s 22nd birthday, crawled in at 1 am with bag of plasticy doughnuts purchased from 24 hour shop. ‘Awoke’ 8 hours later feeling not that great. Downed some ibuprofen, finished off doughnuts and went to work, blinking at the morning sun, remaining blister of ibuprofens stuffed in back pocket. Summery, easy and quiet day at work, made better by starting Pattern Recognition and taunting Garry the security guard. Pattern Recognition is good so far and Gibson’s style makes me remember reading Neuromancer for the first time. It was on the train coming up to visit Edinburgh University for the first time, back when I was still doing A-Levels. Its like an old friend visiting for tea and recalling his stories, but with style. Got unhealthy kebab on the way home, with all the extras plus kitchen sink, and chillis. Came home, made coffee, ate kebab, drank coffee. Remembered have handin tomorrow, groaned. Attempted to do some work on it, just read PR instead. Liver is still trying to wash out last nights poisons, decide to sleep instead and give it a hand
good night