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He wakes up. He is energized. He reads about the relationship between India and China. He missed his window for having a shower because his housemate wakes up unusually early and takes a shower so he has to leave the house without having taken a shower. This doesn’t bode well. Then he sees that his car is about to be towed. He realises that this is entirely his fault but now the battery of the car is dead and he has to get a new battery but he does not know how to install the battery in fact he knows very little about cars but he is hoping that he can jump start the car later on tonight move it somewhere secret and then get temporary tags the next day and then attach the tags and then forget about fixing the problem until the very last minute again and go through this whole cycle of irresponsibility again. He eats some brown bananas. He has a coffee. He meets a new work colleague. He collects some images. He listens to a man trying to argue that yachting is not a rich man’s sport. The man does not succeed. He reads about Corporate Social Responsibility. It seems like an oxymoron. He is probably just being cynical. He gives a tour of the tiny little studio. Then he eats some fish and some broccoli and then he reads Paradise Made in Hell by Rebecca Solnitt which is marvellous and uplifting and the he goes to hire a violin and gets to the store just before it closes and it is dark and public transport is not his friend because he leaves Paradise Made in Hell by Rebecca Solnitt on the train and he is sad that he has done this and he manages to stave off the impounding of his car which is a good thing and he delivers the violin which is a good thing and he will get very little sleep which is not a good thing but the day has not been a total failure and that is a good thing. He goes to sleep.