I'm waiting for the congested feeling that's been at the top of my lungs for three days to either go away or launch into a fully fledged infection. Still in limbo.
There's a song playing a lot on the radio recently about four day old trousers that has ended up getting Cornershop's Brimful of Asha stuck in my head.
I can lift my arms above my shoulders again. Time to go to the gym, if the aforementioned chest infection doesn't hit.
Tried taking some nightshots. Several are utterly brutal and have been instantly delected. One is okay but a horrid colour and required a sepia filter. It still isn't focussed right but if I don't come up with anything better by the 6th, it'll do. There's a whole load of arty crap about why I took it. Some of the technical problems are that I'm not used to the weight of the camera yet, or the fact that it has options. I should probably read a manual or something.
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