... my beautiful favourite band Augie March have release a cd of songs recorded live, which I have bought both physically and digitally and maddeningly also vinyly - even though I do not possess a record player.
I also bought the vinyl version of the rerelease of Sunset Studies because it looks like a lolly.
I am an idiot.
I am going out tomorrow to look at record players.
I still kind of want to lick it.
... in regards to the brown sofa. I fully meant to buy something completely different. I was in fact going to buy a purpleish fake velvet patchwork fainting couch. I looked numerous times. I struggled at the thought of spending large amounts of money. I lusted. I visited the shop multiple times. I eventually, actually spoke to someone who worked there. I said I'd come back next week. Felt ill at the thought of spending large amounts of money
I came back the next week, ish. Loins girded to outlay large sums of money.
Spoke to the same lady and apologised for interrupting her lunch and bathroom break from last time. I said I was ready to buy the Chaise Lounge now. Got distracted by my own story of my father passing away and probate and being able to buy a sofa for the first time in 20 years etc. Caught up in saleslady's own feelings of being moved and slight teary eye-ed-ness and rough voiced move-ed-ness.
Thought it seemed a bit more expensive, but figured I'd missed out on the boxing day sales due to delays at being unable to commit to large outlays of money and speaking to strangers etc.
However, remained troubled, so looked at the receipt when I came home.
Had bought a completely different sofa.
It is an infinitely more sensible sofa.
Even though it is a bit too big for my loungeroom.
The cats like it.
(not sexy dark purple fake velvet though, sigh)
... very similar to those comedy talk fests on the ABC or SBS in that way ... I may choose a title by the end of the post ... perhaps ... maybe ...
I have a new laptop.
I have internet.
I am struggling to type due to the arthritis in my fingers which is making me a little cross.
Funnily enough crossing my fingers is something I can no longer do. I still casually mention crossing my fingers and then fail to carry through. So not really gotten used to it yet.
Typing used to be my preferred mode of communication. It whooshed more smoothly than speech. I also do not yet have a mouse and separate keyboard. I am a bit crap with the little pad one fingers like a figure skater and have only managed right hand mouse clicking by luck with my eyes shut and a hopeful frame of mind. Not that I have ever fingered a figure skater. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Although I probably wouldn't be very dexterous if it cropped up in my near future. sorry.
I have bought a hippo lamp and a brown sofa and I have fully intended to finish moving furniture about for about a month so that I can walk around my flat without having to turn the light on and concentrate hard. I fully meant to do some of that today.
I did not do that.
Tomorrow is a new day but. I may yet do that. All hope is not yet lost.
