Get off my cloud

And it's all the fault of the sun.

That is all 

Here is a list of things I won't accomplish this week:

• Unpack my stuff from boxes and find more suitable homes for it all in my new place (despite the fact I've been here almost a month).
  

• Finish any one of the half a dozen or so books I've started in the past year.

• Learn how to iron so that I don't always crawl into work looking like a complete shirt spastic.

• Attain some kind of award. 

• Impress a colleague.

• Go to any job interviews.

• Find that fucking remote for the big telly that I've not seen since moving in, without which I am doomed never to enjoy my Wii again.

• Lose any weight.

• Make any more money than the measly few quid I'm paid by the agency I work through.

• List and sell a bunch of stuff on eBay I've been meaning to snort out for MONTHS now.

• Shave.

• Work out how to use Ableton properly.

• Fiddle about with my router settings so I can download at high speed. 

• Support either of two friends playing gigs this week.

• Buy a ticket for the Plumps at the Concy on Friday, even though I want to go.
  

• Renew my Green Party membership.

• Send that Postal Order off to the debt collection agency to avoid that looming CCJ.
  

• Pay ANY of the bills I am overdue on.

• Update ANYONE with my new address details.
  

So to conclude, I am criminally lazy. Almost comically so.

** Yummy yummy in my earholes **

A chap at work introduced me to a track today called Chick Habit by April March. It is nice summery surf music. I like it. Apparantly it features in the recent Tarantino flick Death Proof which I haven't seen. How does Tarantino find all this good stuff for his films? Would I make soundtracks as popular if I were a director? Would I want to be a director for that matter? No.

Yep, that's right, they worked it out all on their own. Apparantly Lady Diana Spencer is dead.

Didn't see that one coming