She doesn't want to stay in bed...

'cos it's changed from something comfortable, to something else instead.

[Edward Hopper, 'Hotel Room' 1931]

Sometimes it's wonderful to do nothing. Well not quite nothing. I've joined the swimming pool, so I swim everyday. And yesterday I got on the Hammersmith & City line for what seemed like years to go and see The Rifles with Katrina and Louise, which was pretty damn good. The support bands were awesome: The On-Offs and Good Shoes (I think), and Bush Hall is a pretty good venue, kinda eerie in the blue light and cigarette smoke but with amazing chandaliers and fancy ceilings. Walked home in the rain, drinking Pepsi, completely exhausted.

Apart from that I've been mainly sleeping and gradually moving things into my new room. The walls are bare now, it's really horrible as part of the reason I put so many pictures up was to hide the nasty beige wallpaper and the jagged cracks in the walls. This house genuinely is falling down. Subsidence, or whatever the insurance company called it. But that was three years ago and nothing has been done and every day the walls are crumbling, inch by inch.

The Kooks have done a cover of Crazy by Gnarls Barkley. Everyone should download this track. It's fucking sensational.

I really need to get a job. Most importantly to pay for food and going out and travelling, but also to buy all the good albums out at the moment (The Raconteurs, DPT, The Feeling...), to save money for next year and to get out of the house every day. I don't want to become a slacker, but tragically it's the easiest thing in the world.

I wish it would stop raining.
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