brittle morning blues

.up.
this morning awoke early polished the whistle and showered then went to the shops for the paper and some fattening food. Eating lots of this confort fodder at moment. Not good but makes one feel good at the time although not after, shit did I actually eat that shit? that kind of feeling.
music: listening to the second hour of monday's breezeblock with Francois K in the mix. I have, at the parents place, a double CD of Creamer and K (John and Francois, respectively) which is pure filth and damn cool too. I need more music here in Cambridge, when can I get more music in Cambridge? Fuck.
.sport.
Lots of sport on the box at the moment, there is the cricket (currently 51-1; day one of 5; fourth and final test against the West Indies aka the "windies" of which we are 3-0) and the olympics especially the heats of the K1 men and the C2 men (don't like C2, looks well dodgy, C1 is my personal favorite followed by K1). Three channels of sport, ace. In the room again. Watched too much of it this morning. Three fucking channels for fucks sake. :>
.rain.
its raining, nuff said.

currently listening to: the breezeblock 16/08/04
mood: fucking halarious