...aw, shit. I could've disproved that. But I'm here turning this room upside down looking for the lil' USB stickthat holds all my b3ta stuff (and some crucial professional archives, and tons of music) and is the only existing copy of it all, since I wiped it all off this work laptop last week.
It's a tiny, pale grey, unassuming little thing. And it's not where I left it.
My earlier Hulk rage has subsided into a whimpering, fretting, morose, pessimistic prodding in corners.
If only this room I'm staying in didn't double as a storage room for a fucking artist who loves accumulating seemingly useless bits of tiny, nondescript junk and storing them in higgeldy-piggeldy ways.
Bah.
Still, here's the Monks performing 'Higgle-dy-Piggle-dy' : www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCz5ZE8rmQA
(It's a tiny, pale grey, unassuming little thing. And it's not where I left it.
My earlier Hulk rage has subsided into a whimpering, fretting, morose, pessimistic prodding in corners.
If only this room I'm staying in didn't double as a storage room for a fucking artist who loves accumulating seemingly useless bits of tiny, nondescript junk and storing them in higgeldy-piggeldy ways.
Bah.
Still, here's the Monks performing 'Higgle-dy-Piggle-dy' : www.youtube.com/watch?v=MCz5ZE8rmQA
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Fri 18 Mar 2011, 1:57,
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