so after 5 hours of fixing the G3 after it crashed (which, in the end, had a corrupted finder file, which had to be re-installed from the OS9 CD.. which.. i had to get back off my friend’s dad).. i finally got back online to find that nobody loves me.. heh, just kidding.. oh argh.. alison rang today.. “sorry, but i won’t get around to writing your review until november, possibly december.. BUT.. i have to write an article on an emerging artist for the march edition of Eyeline.. and i’d like to use you for that…..” grrr but that will be good, by march i’ll need to publicise artbeat..oh, franz called today as well.. he’s changing the program for next year, changing to month long shows, dropping a lot of artists off his exhibition program (not me, thank god).. wheeee…. whatta day.. on the way out to stephen’s place, we passed this guy walking along the road.. i looked at him, and i got that feeling.. that “dont go near that guy” feeling.. oddly enough, it started me thinking about Joanne, and the dream i had about her, and all that followed… i remembered talking to steven about it after Robin Hood… it still hurts, and there is nothing i can do about that.
non bis in idem
