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[Feb. 25th, 2009|04:54 pm]
Listen in, listen Ian!
I had a weird variation on the back at school anxiety dream last night. I don't think I was back at school, I was just at work but I had to do a chemistry practical. It was some kind of titration, using Phenolphtalein and I had a cunning plan that I could do it better by dismanting my insulin pen, and somehow using bits of that. Unsurprisingly it didn't work very well, and I was running out of time, so I decided that I'd do what everyone does which is find out the answer from someone who'd done it properly, then work out what my results would have been from that.

From dream incompetence to real life incompetence - I went to the cash machine at lunchtime and instead of pressing the £50 button I accidentally pressed the £200 button. It gave me the money, even though I didn't have that much in my account so I had to go back inside and put the cash in another machine straight away. I'm now panicking slightly that they'll charge me because I was over my overdraft limit for three minutes.

I also bought some old fashioned camera film at lunchtime because I want to play with my twenty year-old old SLR. It was £4.49! For 24 exposures! No wonder it's all digital these days.

[User Picture]From: chiller
2009-02-25 06:54 pm (UTC)
Cameras in the old days were mental, weren't they? I can remember film being just under a quid or something back in the late 70s - at any rate it was completely unaffordable for a kid - I can remember time after time buying film with 12 exposures on it because I couldn't afford 24 - 36 was always just a distant fantasy. Developing it was utterly prohibitive - quids!; and the waiting! especially when you consider that (as a kid) most of the shots were blurry ones of the neighbours' dog's nostril, a completely invisible ant ("No, look, it's right there! You're just not looking hard enough!"), or my own pink fingertip. Nothing much changes.
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