did you hear your favourite song, one last time?
Today is going to be bad, I can feel it. An SEO meeting about the blog bang in the middle of it does not bode well.
To try and contain the fallout from this day of horror, I’m trying to talk out loud as little as possible. So far I said, *oh* to Doug. ipod + head down and there’s a chance I might just get through this terrible day. Although I’m not sure I want to. Was this really what I wanted to do? Live in london, not really like it, write copy and argue about why the News Of The World is entirely *off-brand*? (yes, I say off-brand now, what has become of me?)
How can I make my life the way I want when I only have vague suspicions of what they might be, and they all start at – not this?
’59 sound is still on repeat, and it’s possibly the only thing that’s saving anything.