So, google mail has died tonight. Or today, or tomorrow, depending on wherever you are, dear reader.
That's a bit of a shame, because I quite like checking my mail, oh, I don't know, when I WANT to. Anyway, seeing as I can't waste valuable time that I'd ear-marked for j2ee and servlet learning (yes, I even learn stuff sometimes!) on emails, I thought I'd waste it on posting to this blog.
Which is, of course, not the ideal solution. But it IS a solution, which is, of course, me just rambling because I've pretty much written about everything I've done whilst in London. Oh, sure, I saw London Bridge (or a bridge, in London, that was NEAR the london bridge train station) but it wasn't falling down, which the people on is were quite grateful for, I'd suppose.
And I'm reading some Ben Elton - Chart Throb, a humourous take on pop-idol-like shows, I suppose. I don't know, I've never really WATCHED a whole episode of one. Oh! And I have my own pad in swinging Notting Hill for the next 9 days! I know, excitement much.
Now all I need is
1. money to do something
2. a job to get money
3. money, because I really don't want to work anymore.
The pad is nice, it's small, and has been donated by a v.cool aussie girl I met at the hostel who has gone to Italy for a trip to spain with her mum. In fact, let's face it, anyone who lets me have their flat whilst they are gone aren't just very cool, they are incredibly cool, super nice and must, by the laws of the MOART blog, be very clever too. However, Emma (as that is her name) easily outstrips even THESE lofty accolades, gentle reader, and is super-incredibly cool, fantastically intelligent AND in a hitherto unforseen twist, also quite gorgeous!
So, thanks Emma for saving me the ignomity of living it rough on the mean streets of London (and I'd thank Dave here too, but he just doesn't read my blog, so I won't).
Maybe I will do something exciting tomorrow? I remember when I was doing exciting things ALL the time. No more, eh?
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