delga | { what makes him tick, apart from his prick, & the lonelier side of the jealousy stick? }

Why is it so hot on this bus? Yes, it is cooler out this morning than it has been for most of the week; yes, most people have probably brought a cover-up (jacket, cardigan, anything) to combat it. But. Why are we cooking? Did I not catch the 55 today? Are we on an express ride to the giant at the top of the beanstalk? Am I actually a muffin? I am delicious, it is true, but I am ready made. Look: brown. I don't need reheating. Turn the damn thing off.

Dosh for gold! Cash for plutonium!

The Dad gave me a lift to the station this morning, so although I am always on a bus at this time of day, I am actually on the second one of the day already. I should get to work in an hour, traffic permitting. Getting in earlier means I can get a lot of contracts done before I head to the subsidiary office this afternoon. I'm actually working until 5pm today, even though it's Friday and core hours end at 4pm. I've had a couple early days this week (I have, like, 10 hours of flexi, so I can afford it) and also The Sister won't get out of work until 6pm. This is significant because The Parents messed us around last night so we have bumped our plans to this evening. Our plans being to see Inception, of course.

In my urgency to leave the house this morning, I have forgotten my notepad. Oh well; I do have my letter jotter still.

Ahahaha, turns out that the person who woke me up yesterday was The Sister who noticed the clocks flashing and came to wake me up... only to see that I was sleeping and chicken out. Thankfully, being at the end of a sleep cycle, some part of me still registered the sound of the door opening, so by the time she shut the door again I was awake.

Daft girl.

Actual lyric from Damien Rice's 'The Professor': "What makes him stall? What makes him stand? What shakes the elephant, and what makes the man?"

I-- elephant? This song is actually, actually great, but sometimes it throws me because I don't know the lyrics and I'll zero in on something particularly weird. Having paid more attention to it this morning, though, it sounds like a musical re-telling of Philip Roth's The Dying Animal (which I loved, if you remember). It may not be, but it's a perfect fit.