  Today's a big day.... At some point a shiney new vacuum chamber is being delivered to test urlLink detector arrays in. Leaving aside any scientific concerns, this event has had, so far, two tangiable effects upon my day.
The first is the prospect of hoiking round heavy things. This doesn't cause me too many worries as I like to tell myself that I'm reasonably fit. I have, however, elected to exchange my standard footwear (sandals - in a kind of outdoor activity sort of way, rather than the sandal/sock combo. It's moments like spelling this out that makes you realise just how damn vain i am, dammit. Thought I'd got over that. But does realising something bad about yourself go some way to negating it? But does harping on about realising it negate the first negation? From here, we can go into an ever expanding sphere of negations that never quite reaches closure, if you see what I mean. I once started on this train of thought after unwittingly consuming what I thought was standard flapjack, and was stuck in a mental loop for some hours. Enough of this. Where were we? Oh yes, still in the sandal brackets. Righto, just close them and move on. ) for slightly more substantial boots in case of any heavy items landing on my toes, which I'm quite keen on keeping.
This has resulted in sweaty feet. Why is this worth mentioning? Well, it stems back to a day last winter, when I was driving to my parents' for Christmas. The heater in my car wasn't working and a gale was blowing round the doors (Landrovers, eh? ) and I couldn't feel my feet. I found I couldn't imagine ever having sweaty feet ever again. And here I am, with sweaty feet. Just goes to show, huh? Had the same effect at the weekend: after consuming urlLink THE BEAST I couldn't imagine ever being hungry ever again. Lesson learnt. Just because you can't imagine something happening, ever, doesn't mean it won't. That's great, it opens the door for all kinds of possibilities in the future. The other effect on my day?
I got to school at 9am today. This is a monumental event, if only to me. Eleven is my usual time. (Got into work late? Compensate by leaving early. ) Now, most mornings I need a couple of hours to wake up (drink tea, watch news, check the surf on teletext, drink more tea, check the surf for real, even if I *have* to go to work, drink tea, roll cigarette, have breakfast, smoke cigarette, drink more tea etc) but today, these two hours of warming up were denied as I *had* to be there for the chamber to be delivered. Sadly, this meant that my breakfast has been reduced from my standard porridge, toast, banana, apple and tea to the more miserly biscuit and tea. One biscuit. With the result that it's now half eleven and I'm starving. Well, not starving in an African famine way, thankfully, but mighty peckish.
My packed lunch is sitting on my desk looking tempting, but if I eat it now, I'll get to about three and be in the same situation. Darn it all to heck. But you know what really rankles? No vacuum chamber yet!! What else? Oh yes, the urlLink tracker feline . I am feeling: So hungry am virtually transparent I am listening to: Nelly Furtado The surf here is: Glockenspiel 
