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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Monday 7 April 2008 (Day View)
07.04.2008 – Monday 7 April – Broken Bolts
- • Woken by Stella, who was fifteen minutes late for a presentation at uni. Rushed her to uni. Parked at South Bank and walked to Govinda’s for lunch.
- • Drove to Kangaroo Point with Maz and Stella to go rollerblading, but a bolt holding one of Maz’s wheels sheared off. Instead we walked across the Goodwill bridge, through QUT and the botanical gardens, and back past McDonald’s and Hungry Jack’s, through South Bank, to the car, then back to Maz’s.
- • It’s got late. I’ve been up re-jigging my résumé—changing it from a performance to a functional résumé, at least in theory. In reality, I got sick of that and have been writing up the rest of my Tasmanian trip, and sorting out some of my music, filling out some missing Massive Attack and Pendulum songs—incomplete albums are a horrific imperfection to a perfectionist such as myself. Using “an” before an hard aitch is also an horrific mastication of the Queen’s good English.
- • Bed. Now. I have just discovered that the real estate lady is coming today, not tomorrow.