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An average sunday night.

20:07 / 05.10.03

I'm all holed up in the office at the end of my garden, with a bottle of wine and my cat. What are you up to?

20:19 / 05.10.03

Surfing tv and the web in the living room, no wine, bothersome cat trying to sit on the keyboard. Indulging in the customary Sunday night yeurghness. Turned very chilly in London so the heating's on for the first time since March. I hate this time of year with its intimations of mortality. After a while I'll adjust and get with the Winter vibe, I guess, but not on a Sunday night.

20:23 / 05.10.03

Chilly here too, I have the heater up full blast in this little office/shed of mine! getting a bit paranoid about the shapes out the window though! I really should be getting back up to the house.

20:36 / 05.10.03

It was Douglas Adams, iirc, who called Sunday afternoons "the long dark tea time of the soul" but I quite enjoy Sunday afternoons. Went out for a pizza, enjoyed the view of the Thames at low tide, came back and fell asleep on the couch with Enterprise on. But Sunday nights are a bitch.

There's a Latin American social club along the road on Sunday nights too. Very fine and all but, come 11 o' clock, they will flood out onto the street and for fifteen minutes or so they'll be chanting and shouting and fighting and revving their car engines, so no point heading for bed with a good book till the fiesta's over. Doesn't last for long though. Perhaps they'll speed it up tonight with the chill in the air.

Wish I had a garden shed to hole up in, Spidey. Wish I had a garden, come to that!

20:41 / 05.10.03

sunday is all about not making it to see freeland tonight, and being too scared to reply to an email i REALLY need to deal with soon.

20:47 / 05.10.03

I like my winter Sundays to begin with the papers and breakfast in bed with my hubby. Then a trip to the pub for Sunday lunch, and then chilling my the fire at home.
Unfortunatly the pub lunch today included all of my family-in-law, classic line...

" your hair looks interesting, I suppose that's what's in fashion now"

20:50 / 05.10.03

Yeah, Sunday has the feeling of "Day of Atonement" sometimes. Easy to be downheartened about stuff and not a night I ever arrange to go do fun stuff to take my mind of the woes of the world.

Worked shifts for years and never had the Sunday night feeling. Quite enjoyed working Sundays. It was usually a quiet day although the shit would often hit the rotary blades by this time of the evening. Plus, you got paid more, usually for doing less.

I did a pile of research this morning for a thing I have to do tomorrow that's wracking my nerves a bit, saved a couple of files and then e-mailed them off to my work account. Felt very smug but realise now that since I haven't actually studied the research, it will probably do me no good tomorrow. Could of course dig it up and read it now but can't be arsed. Sunday feels like it should be my time still, squeezing the last hours of leisure time out of the weekend before I resume wage slavery on Monday.

Perhaps I just should stop whining and adapt. Gah...

21:08 / 05.10.03

maybe you should think of sunday like the time between being ready to go to work and leaving the house. still yours, but not.

21:09 / 05.10.03

Sunday night has involved chilling out on my bed watching a film. That might not sound so amazing, but I don't have a telly and so having a new PC on which I can watch DVDs is astoundingly exciting.

My lover is far away in Greece and so a chilled out night watching Bend it like Beckham, drinking red wine, has just been lovely. The only problem is convincing myself that I really don't want to finish the wine.

21:11 / 05.10.03

You shouldn't buy your wine in boxes, Ariadne.

21:13 / 05.10.03

I know exactly what you mean Ariadne, this Frascati is slipping down far too easily!
By the time my poor hubby gets home he'll have a very drunken and horney wife to deal with!

21:14 / 05.10.03

Ha. How well you know me.
I fear boxes of wine, having woken up at my parents' house (buyers of wine boxes) far too often wondering how the hell I got to bed. Tonight I only have a teeny weeny third of a bottle left. Which I ought not to drink, obviously.

21:14 / 05.10.03

Yeah, Sunday has the feeling of "Day of Atonement" sometimes.

Funny you should say that.

I'm very impressed you got your work done this morning Xoc. I have left mine 'til the last minute and am making a pretty piss-poor effort at it right now.

Spid, I want one of those sheds as well. I'm not smoking in the house and am popping into the (unshedded) garden for cigs. That was fine when the weather was nice, but not with this cold snap.

21:19 / 05.10.03

Spid, are you really Philip Pulman? He works in a shed.
I'd love a shed of my own.

21:20 / 05.10.03

Good man, toksik. You should be a life coach. Maybe Flux wants a young apprentice.

I shall replicate the going to work routine.

1. Sit slouched in a heap for while, hating the world, smoking several fags.

2. Jump in lovely, warm, bubble-filled bath, listening to radio.

3. Then instead of heading out across the verdant pastures to work, I can curl up in a warm bed (instead of having just had to drag myself out of one) with my baby elephant and a good book. And instead of a chapter here and a chapter on the bus, I can read till my eyes droop and the book falls under the bed.

Sunday nights may be fun from now on! Even the reenactment of City of God down in the street outside has been muted and pleasantly brief, over already. Must be the cold. Wusses, I thought those guys invented machismo.

21:23 / 05.10.03

I wish I could say I was working in this shed of mine, but I'm afraid I'm just drinking wine/playing sims/writing to you guys on Barbelth/ listening to Bongo Beach by Montepulciano.

Shed/office is pretty cool it has lovely views up the garden, full heating and three computers. Doesn't have a loo though and that wine is going through a bit quick!

Also we only have computers down here, so on a rainy day you really have to convince yourself to come down and work! Particularly since you have 120 feet of garden to get down!

21:25 / 05.10.03

Crikey, where do you live?
and three computers! This sounds like my idea of heaven. Any bikes?

21:29 / 05.10.03

Bikes?
I live in Guildford in the UK. garden isn't as impressive as it sounds, it's basically 120 feet of shrubland with a house at one end and a shed at the other! We took down the fences between our garden and next door two years ago for a bonfire party and never put them back up so it's all a bit communey down here...you never know who might drop in!

21:31 / 05.10.03

Sounds lovely to me. I need to find a flat in the centre of London that also has a huge garden and several sheds for computers and bikes. One day, one day.

21:36 / 05.10.03

Crikey, it is Yom Kippur. Must have heard some reference to it somewhere otherwise you have been putting thoughts into my head, CJ.

Go on, Ariadne, a third of a bottle is nothing, given the generations of Scottish alcohol-proof genes you have. Wish I had a wee slug of something potent here. Douwe Egberts it is.

Three computers! What bliss! Elephant boy had gone to bed and has now re-emerged, having changed his mind, and now wants online. Time for my bath I think. Also time we had another wee laptop here to ensure household harmony, garden hut or not.

21:39 / 05.10.03

I'll blame Xanesh or Goc if I have a hangover tomorrow. Such are the perils of relationships, blaming one means I blame both.
God, I think a cup of tea would be a better option than the wine.
Could someone set up a sigil to bring Loomis home, please?

21:45 / 05.10.03

Sunday evening has so far consisted of:

- Subdued lighting.

- Tinned chilli with wholemeal pittas.

- Lovely warm bath. Sorted out the tension in my neck.

- Lots of music. The Domino Ten Year Anniversary compilation, Flaming Lips, Morton Feldman, A Silver Mount Zion, Otomo Yoshihide, and now Bogdan Raczynski on low volume.

- Flirting via text message.

- Umberto Eco's Foucault's Pendulum. So far I think it's rather too smart-arsey, hope I get more into it later.

- Painful lack of rapport with someone very close to me. Had to pour out a lot of myself in order to put things on track again. It amazes me when I have to state such obvious stuff. Not sure what I should be feeling about it right now.

- Thankful for Barbelith. Sitting at the PC in my cosy warm dressing gown.

21:45 / 05.10.03

I've just finished all my wine, so I have a drunken and darkened journey up the garden if I want more!

22:06 / 05.10.03

It's also now pissing it down, so I reckon I'm stuck here for the time being.
Sounds like you've had a comfortable although not truly satisfactory conclusion to a mixed day. I hope your sleep helps you figure stuff out.

22:14 / 05.10.03

Cheers spid. I wish a night's sleep could sort this stuff out, but I'm not sure it can. Wish I had some wine!

22:46 / 05.10.03

Sundays generally mean boredom, anxiety and sleep deprivation - usually all caused by alcoholic behaviour on Saturday. Actually, I only had around three and a half pints yesterday, but it still managed to fuck with my sleep patterns. Foolishly I am attempting to correct them with more alcohol, and fags.

I wish I'd known that the baseball was on today, because that would definitely have enabled me to get some sleep in.

I meant to go see a film called demonlover today, but I didn't. Still. There's some sort of festival on in Philly this week involving small press readings and beer

Murray Hamhandler

22:48 / 05.10.03

Sunday night is meaning: long hours of work at school.

I hate sunday night right now.

Solitaire Rose as Tom Servo

02:53 / 06.10.03

My Sundays suck lately. I have to work at 9 am, so Saturday is pretty much a regular weeknight for me. I TRY to go to the gym on Sundays, but I usually blow it off and just ride the exercise bike at home for an hour or so while watching whatever I've taped and haven't had time to watch.

Tonight it was Angel. Oh yeah.

Then, it's usually laundry, a bit of cleaning, getting stuff around for work and then writing up my silly news parody that I've been doing for too damn long.

03:38 / 06.10.03

It's Sunday? Last time I looked up from my bloody thesis it was Friday.

08:11 / 06.10.03

The Monday morning after the Sunday night. Another version of my recurring dream in which I have to battle on an open mic night (nerve-wracking, in waking life I can't even come close to a decent freestyle, let alone win competitions). Thanks for the company last night, Barbelith.