This morning I had a mad panic to get everywhere as tidy as possible as I've got Sky being installed in my room tomorrow: it'll be nice to actually have telly on the TV I bought two months ago. After that I went to work where I spent literally the whole day scraping sticky muck off of the camera display; it was from twenty years worth of sticky tape being used to hang posters and such up, so it included a lot of that old fibrous tape that is a pest to get off. My manager pointed out that since he has worked in the store it's never been cleaned and it was already in a bit of a state then. Suffice to say that it was tedious and frustrating but when it was done it is a major improvement. To clear up I was joyful about using a Dyson. However I was dismayed to find that even the three hundred and fifty-odd pound beast of a machine was unable to pick up all the bits of paper from the ground and shelves. I had always thought they were some sort of pinnacle of vaccuuming technology and to find out otherwise is a crushing blow. As a child I took the "Santa" discussion pretty well, but finding out THIS is going to be hard to get over.
This evening I picked up my guitar that I haven't actually played yet this year. Due to this my fingers are now burning with currently forming blisters as the callous has apparently disappeared.
The last thing I did tonight was definitely the thing I am most proud of today: I found a soundclip online of the Robin Hood quote that's the title of this post, and set it as the text tone to my phone. That is best read as a testament to how boring the day has been.
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