What you folks in America just don't understand is that while it's Thursday afternoon for you, it's Thursday night for me. It has to do with the rotation of the sun around the earth. I've been through Thursday afternoon already. It's like so eight hours ago. I'll tell you what happens on your Thursday afternoon:
At around 4:30 p.m. the bosses and Gillian will leave for Glasgow to attend the launch party for Pretty Wild by Anvar Khan. Then you and Norette will decide that you have to leave at 5:07 p.m. to take the post out. From there on out your Thursday afternoon involves a short bus ride (on the no. 10) and then a stroll down Princes Street. And shopping. Some trying on of ill-fitting trousers is followed by going to Norette's flat and getting rid of the big spider in her hallway whose presence kept her from sleeping last night. What are friends for? I guess you'll find out this afternoon.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
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