I cycled to work this morning in the pouring rain. I wore my new waterproofs and they turned out to be not waterproof at all. At lunchtime I demanded my money back from the lying sack of shit who sold them to me (“of course they’re 100% waterproof, look it says so on the label”). He coughed up no problem as the shop was packed with potential customers and I was being quite vocal. I ate four raw carrots for lunch (dipped in salad cream) and rented Tarnation and Somersault from the library. I warned Darren that he should finish watching The Assassination Of Richard Nixon before I get home as I’d like to watch both movies tonight and Coronation Street is on twice. I’m also very near completing Roller Coaster Tycoon 3 (at Tycoon level!) and have just bought the add-on pack so I can start playing all over again, this time designing water parks to complement the theme parks. So much stuff to do and so little time to do it. Alain De Botton was right about cultural anxiety. Damn this modern life.