April 29th, 2004



I won a tenner on the Lotto,but if I'd done a better job of interpreting the dream I had the other night, where an angelic woman said 'You will win with 340', I would have had 5 numbers, and at least the few thousand I need to escape total disaster...Why are these things always so vague?
I have the creeps today; dunno why. Went down to the HWW art suplies shop on St. John's Hill, and spent a few nonexistent pounds on brushpens. I'd like to see that Bukowski film at the ICA tomorrow, I just might, but I really better not...I'm still narked about those revolting chicken thighs, too.
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