Pulled my donut scam today.

Thursday, 20 June 1996 Hey Sis, Have to start this one in a temporary file.  My computer’s being all jazzed up and had Windows 95 installed, but it doesn’t have Word on it yet.  So, what have I done? Lemme see… Friday night was the obligatory drinks (which I’m skipping this week by the way for a bit of variety) which stretched into the wee … Continue reading Pulled my donut scam today.

I could go to Uni, pass, get a great job and then get struck by lightning. It’s all very risky, isn’t it?

  Friday, 31 May 1996  8:30am Dear S, Went and saw a film last night.  It was Kenneth Brannagh’s Midwinter’s Tale.  It was OK.  A bit predictable in places, a bit cliched, but at least Kenneth managed to keep his fat head off the screen for once.  Decided while sipping a coffee in Cafe Ritz (an embarrassing sort of place, on the corner of Exhibition … Continue reading I could go to Uni, pass, get a great job and then get struck by lightning. It’s all very risky, isn’t it?

Meditation? Please! – I can’t even keep my feet still let alone my mind.

Tuesday, 5 September 1995  9:06am Whacko! New Discipline J is rearing to go! Yessiree. Up at the crack ‘a dawn. (Ten past seven – close enough.) I feel good. I was up early, I did a load of washing, I even included two extra ingredients in my sandwiches today.  I feel good.  I didn’t even pig out last night – I’m on the Wagon o’ … Continue reading Meditation? Please! – I can’t even keep my feet still let alone my mind.

I just don’t have the disciplinary wherewith-all to drag myself from my sluggish, sedentary, couch-hogging, remote-control-fondling torpor.

Friday 14 July 1995 9:22am Howdy Sis, It’s Friday, and it’s warm, and I have a nice bouncy song from the radio reverberating around my echo-chamber skull.  I’m in a good mood.  Watched barely any TV last night, spent all of it on the couch reading a book on Japan that I borrowed from the library.  It gives a broad outline of the religions (their … Continue reading I just don’t have the disciplinary wherewith-all to drag myself from my sluggish, sedentary, couch-hogging, remote-control-fondling torpor.