White Lies blurred in Iceland. [Click on link for Guardian article]
Today was a truly good-looking day. Warmish, bright and it just felt really nice to breathe it in through the nasal cavity. Eau de Day. Spring is closing in.
As I walked all the way down to Morningside, heading for the Post Office to pick up a mystery parcel that the postman had failed to deliver on St. Valentine's Day; White Lies's E.S.T. began entertaining me through my ear trumpet (ipod) and my stroll en route to my puzzling parcel became even more exciting.
[Would 2009 be the year I'd receive sappy 'n' mushy mystery love from a secret admirer?]
Well, no. At the Post Office the mystery parcel turned out to be for my cousin; Some heavy ass architecture book that I now needed to haul uphill all the way back to the flat. Oh the joy of sharing a last name.
Again, St. Valentine had disappointed me.
Eau de Day. Oh what a day.
The rest of the day got spent in front my Mac, crossing things off my To Do list, blatantly trying not to seem pissed off.
Tomorrow I'm going outside to play and I'm staying there. My camera battery is charged and my sweet Dolly awaits me in her rotating glass cage. She never let's me down, although the poor girl did prove cloning to be a short lived experience.
[Live fast die young never felt more fitting.]
Dolly 1 - St. Valentine 0
