Rushing around

I never sit still on my birthday, in fact I've grown incredibly averse to sitting around lately anyway - having nothing to do makes me nervous I think. After my sleep button kicked in I was out for about 5 hours, awoken by a text from my mum wishing me happy birthday. Hah.
I sat up in bed and thought yes, today I am 21, before setting my alarm an hour in the future and dozing off again. When I woke up I was ready to rock and roll - buy a saxophone to be exact.
In my fervent rush to the music shop in Ormskirk, I was accosted by some woman going on about a new Littlewoods catalogue, or something. I should have been rude but I gave her a few minutes of my time which involved giving her my address and telling her that no, I wasn't bankrupt. It's funny how things get in the way when you're busy - I delivered this information to her quickly so I could scurry off to the shop. I felt lucky that Ihadn't run into kung fu man, who I spotted on my way home, standing in a white gown get-up, brandishing leaflets.
Within minutes the transaction was complete and I left the music store £400 lighter, holding a pretty piece of brass which I wasn't even sure I'd be able to play. I was buzzing with excitement so I stopped for a coffee to calm myself. I sat outside and an old man joined me - lighting a cigar and thanking one of the staff members as she brought his drink out to him. I've noticed this before, old people get their coffee brought out to them - perhaps the waiting at the counter causes their knees to buckle? As he sipped a double espresso and puffed his cigar I thought, now that's a real man.

My stomach began eating itself so I ate some crisps before heading to university. To my great dismay I was unable to locate any books on New Queer Cinema. Tut tut Edgehill! Either they don't have any or some bugger is doing the same film essay as me and has them all loaned out.

Anyway, jaunty jaunty, now to whack out the sax!