I was listening to my iPod on shuffle while waiting for the tram home today, and it played Dusty Springfield's I Just Don't Know What to Do with Myself and then the Whites Stripes' cover version straight after. Out of 232 songs on my Frisky Faves playlist!
Sometimes I think my iPod is a shiny little sentient being because when I'm sad it selects songs that are guaranteed to depress me further. Sentient, but unkind...or maybe it thinks I like to wallow.
Hurts so good
I had a massage after work tonight. Man, it hurt - but it's good pain. I went to one of those Chinese medicine places near work. I felt like laughing when he was doing the hand choppy move on me - as well as making an "errrr" sound so that it comes out as "er er er er " to the beat of his chops. I resisted.
I bought myself a bunch of Oriential lilies yesterday (below) and one was open when I got up this morning. I was greeted by its perfume when I arrived home tonight.