Diary of an up and coming sociopath

I ended up avoiding headphone purchasement. It was just too warm in bed. I’m currently consoling myself at work by renouncing the radio and embracing the sweet silence of office chatter. At least it’s not infuriating. At 4 I switch on Lauren Laverne’s show, and that takes me through to the end of the day. Unfortunately, I just spent this evening listening to Ben Fold’s album, and it’s going to ruin my day sitting there thinking of all the decent music I’m missing because I have no headphones. Ah well. Soon. Soon I get paid, and by god, I can buy myself the stuff I need. Headphones. A bookcase. Maybe even the long-promised new computer chair. It’s been a difficult few months, but I’m almost sorted. Paid the rent again today, so I’m safe through this time next month. 1/3 of a year down already.

Today in the tube, my ticket was actually inspected while I was en route to the other side of Green Park. Everyone’s, I mean, not just mine. It’s never happened to me before, and it comes just as I was entertaining the idea of saving some money through exploiting a ticket scam (they removed the barriers at Northfields so technically I could get a cheaper return by just not paying to leave zone 1..) Oh well. I’d rather pay full price, anyway. God knows they need the fucking money, given the horrendousness of the service. I mean, it’s a good transport system, but I can’t help but feel it shows that it was constructed like a hundred years ago. Why does it take me almost an hour to go about 10 miles?!

Speaking of work (seems to be a theme with people who have blogs/livejournals and a job…) Here’s the place I work. I’m to be found a couple of metres away from about the fifth or sixth window from the right.

Speaking of Ben Folds’ album, I know I’m probably quite late to the party, but I think you should all go buy it. Or download it. Rockin’ the suburbs, it’s called., and the title track especially is a work of genius, and the start of which sounds surprisingly like that Timberlake guy’s “Rock Your Body” song. I need to buy a “Sham on” t-shirt. Surely, though, it’s too much irony to be contained by a single article of clothing. Many thanks to Paul (whose birthday it is tomorrow) for going to extraordinary lengths to get me a copy, and thereby convincing me to buy tickets for the rescheduled dates next year. I plan to be at the Hammersmith gig.

And now, bedtime…