the miscalculation

i feel a bit like denzel washington at the end of "Man on Fire" - i shall not spoil the ending but i foolishly have swapped my on call shifts with oblivion this week.

having finished my set of nights on friday morning, i now realise that i also agreed to do this weekend too. hence i have that heartsink feeling one gets when england go out on penalties (man on fire is not about on call rotas or football for your information.)

so off i am to work in half an hour. i know for a fact that NO-ONE is awake at this time on sunday morning. i also feel disconcerted because a friend of mine had a spare ticket to the Red Hot Chili Peppers last night. i keep telling my self that i don't actually like them (release the same song over and over, never topped 1991's Blood Sugar Sex Magik, etc) but it would have been good to see my buddy with whom i spent three months touring the world a few years back.

i am going to have my breakfast and think about the milk situation at work.

[i am listening to Oh Inverted World, the first album by the Shins who i keep missing each time they play the UK because of surprise surprise work]