if I don't get out of the house tomorrow I shall commit some haenous crime with a laser mouse and an I heart southampton mug. its been 20 degrees or more most of this week and while I'm arranging containers in indesign the rest of the world is sauntering past my office window off tostroll around in the sunshine or dance through fields or something as I pull out what's left of my hair trying to find the text format for inline links.

now as I sit and write some old nonsense in lieu of a life I can see the fosters umbrella twirling around in the beer garden where underneath is probably a couple of carefree office 20 somethings who've had the afternoon off and are giggling mercilessly over spritzers and pork scratchings. and everyone who walks past on their way home looks like they've had a lovely day with their sunglasses on and shorts and everything. christ on a bike. no, I mean, there goes christ on a bike

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Disclaimer: I work for Sun Microsystems, but this is nothing to do with them and it's all my fault, even though I might sometimes mention Solaris or something.