the heart never speaks, but you must listen to it to know

We've had another sausage waffly Friday in my neck of the woods.

I set out this morning, intending to be back early. Thanks to a combination of phone calls and buses being delayed, that did not happen. I didn't get home till much later than I intended. I'm mad at myself, because there were two occasions where I should have taken the other option, and I didn't.

Though obviously, the buses were not my fault. Apparently there are loads of sets of traffic lights on the one route, and loads of the buses had got backlogged. It was funny how they managed to keep the ones on for one of the routes (when they could have rerouted a few of them the way I was going). I ended up hanging around in the bus station for ages, anyway. That was a PITA.

And then, after I'd got home and was intending to go back out, the one stair rail started coming away from the wall. So mum's had to ring up to get someone out to fix it. Which then meant I couldn't go out (even though I was supposed to), because I needed to be there to open the door and OH FUCKING GDI I DON'T EVEN.

Anyway, no-one's come yet, and I doubt they will tonight.

Edit from the future: I'd literally hit post on this and the dude turned up! The stair rail is all fixed now, yaaaaaay! [/eta]

It's Keanu Reeves' birthday today*. I hope he's having a better day than I am.

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All right, so. I'm not saying I will do it, and I'm not saying I won't, but I may just have a podcast topic, and I might be writing about it right now.

I'm being sort of non-committal about this because I am very good at saying I'm doing a thing, and then running out of steam and not doing it. So I'm just going to keep going for now, and hoping I don't run out of steam (and if I only end up with script for one third of it, that's OK. I can live with that).

I watched the cutscenes from Enter The Matrix the other morning, and I'd totally forgotten about that awkward as fuck four line conversation between Ghost and Trinity about masturbation.

It is a thing. It exists. And it's terrible.

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*Nine times out of ten, I can never remember how old he is (52 today!), but I always remember the month and day because it's the reverse of mine.