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hI functioning

hI functioning


a lot goes wrong: almost everything i touch today

the laser printer dies, the inkjet printer just can't be assed

the stapler dies

the laptop says, 'i know you ordered the new Mac book pro' so fuck you: i refuse to continue'

etc. etc...

i want to go back to bed, but instead, in the afternoon, i head to Karl's house to get him to add his scribble on the ltd editions of 'Tunnel Vision'

it takes me over an hour to travel the first 7 miles: there is a three car, two lorry pile-up on the motorway: the air ambulance is flying people to hospital

my shitty day is put into perspective

but still my electrical energy is fucking with electrics

i call Lucy to moan (a common occurrence and her favourite type of phonecall) but can't hang up the phone.

the phone calls maximum on it's own volition, who just gets 'fuckkkking phone! what the fuck? i didnt call you. i can't hang up! AAAARGH!!!!'
and the sound of me aggressively tapping at the screen of the car's on-board info-not-entertaining system, as i drive.

the car responds to the physical abuse by switching my shat-nav to abstract mode, picturing me floating through a mystical land of pink and purple and switching English to unknown hieroglyphics.

on the radio, when it deems the moment appropriate to return to audible, i hear Richie (sic) Sunak announcing that in his budget, he will half the tax on domestic flights to encourage people to fly around Britain.

and wonder to myself WTF?? aren't we are supposed to be burning LESS fossil fuel and saving the planet, not carelessly fucking it for profit?

eventually, it is lovely to see karl, who is a energy giver and who appears to reset my electrical imbalance

homeward, i stop at a motorway services and weirdly (happens maybe once a year, or every other year) i order a KFC fillet burger and fries

i make a mistake buying a cherry flavoured pepsi max 

it does not taste of cherries: it tastes like chemical waste

RTK and package books and prints till very late, reordering packaging in the early hours.