i went to a jazz bar last night. the band was a bunch of unlikeliest looking people. the saxophonist dave barlow was the guest performer. he was bald, had a scruffy goatee, and wore a polo shirt. the drummer looked like the orchard road underpass busker.
the way i've been living my days, it's like every moment is wasted doing something absolutely mundane. i wake up at 11, go to a shop in beach road to purchase a spanner and an allen key, then go home and watch dvds. i need either a really good past time or more friends.