Good Caffeine #

18 March 1999

The week plods onwards, relentlessly, speedily and (somewhat curiously) enjoyably. I like it when my mind and my typing fingers are busy, and when I have a sense of purpose, a feeling that the work I’m doing will, in some small way, affect the lives of ordinary Britons. Plus, it makes you feel like you’ve earned your weekend, as though you somehow deserve your two days of freedom and relaxation.

My last day of relaxation, Sunday, saw me being vomited upon, but since the proponent was only four months old, and family, I decided to let him off. Besides, his uncle throws up often enough, though usually with the aid of Thomas Caffrey.

Email from Lexy - he’s going to mail me some photographs from our recent night out in Manchester. Watch this space, as they say.

Reading: The Names by Don DeLillo
Listening to: Mutations by Beck