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So, been in job for two weeks and LOVE IT HARD. I can see myself here in years, if I don’t fuck it up and nothing goes wrong. I very much hope that I don’t fuck it up and that nothing goes wrong.

Got the flat. If I can wangle Wednesday off then I get interweb on Wednesday, which means LE BATTLESTAR. I have a cash machine, spar and chinky literally on my doorstep and all of them rock.

Trains are fine. A tad steep, but not bank-busting.

Just over £200 overdrawn. This is okay. Should clear this, pay my bills and give ‘rents rent (ha) and still be about the same next month. This isn’t great, but it’s only two weeks’ pay.

Trying to diet by not eating anything. Unfortunately this is hard when weekends exist. Should ease up when I have interweb, thus eliminating my need to go pub. I hope.

Saw K last night. She cut her hair.

All in, life is pretty fucking awesome just now. Giving it until my bank balance really is healthily above zero before I do the driving thing, but it’s definitely being done this year.

Still to do:

• Get dentist (one right next to chinky, rawk) and doctor (must be one in high street);
• See about this flaky cheek skin thing before it turns into rabies or something;
• Get laptop (it’s still being sourced now apparently, and there is this horrible implication that they’re looking for a 3000);
• Kill Demon;
• Fix desktop so that I can use it just as a server and lock this fucking door;
• Driving lessons;
• Various Moz things – bugs, this bloody theme;
• bins;
• Finish diet a few stone lighter;
• Burd.

Woah. I actually have a checklist for completing my life. That’s decent.

Flat’s reserved, overdraft’s sorted, hotel room’s booked, glass is filled. Five hours till unbanning, (hopefully) two hours till BSG, 51 hours till work kicks in properly.

I NEED BATTLESTAR.

Staying up until I can get some. Grinding my teeth. Weak vodka dn diet coke to drink. Grrrr.

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Uh. Huh.

Who knows why, but my old Vispa account got 283 junk messages today. Out of the blue. It worries me that Vispa probably turned off their server-side solutions for two minutes and this shit all got through, which means that mail truly is useless these days.

So I’m at this theatre that looks like a bingo hall, I’ve paid £9.75 for a vodka and coke and I’ve just accused this cripple sitting next to me of stealing my mobile phone. Thus I am landed in the middle of a performance art piece on Frankenstein with me playing the part of the one to be reanimated. Kids, don’t ever dream when drunk and upset, thanks.

In other news, closure on another three people is actually hefty good in the long run. I cannot fucking believe the way that telephone call went, I felt like a complete fud.

And I can’t get a flat at a sane price. Cry.

SOME MUGGER CUNT tried to get me on the way home. Holy FUCK.

Another three people off my phone list and hence out of my life. This includes all contact with ms Fish and the associates of Murray. It’ll work out.

Getting on well with mr Fish though, which is ace. Wish I could pull that Kirsty girl. Dirty. Got two days.

The Stylish extension is awesome. So useful. I’m using it on an almost sitely basis now, for everything. So much more suited to my level of hackery than Greasemonkey. np, get a fucking website.

Seven days from now I’ll be sitting at a desk in Sun HQ. YARSE.

All I need now is a place to stay and a handful of documents. Neither will be hindered by my alcoholism or my net addiction.

Seriously.

So I’ve got an interview with Sun tomorrow at 1.40 in Linlithgow. And of course the agency sent it to my btopenworld address, which left me screaming about Hotmail losing it and going mental at everybody.

Karina phoned me. Accidentally, admittedly, but got her number now. I really should text her back.

We won the Millers pub quiz. Another one bites the dust. I think we won by about eight points in the end too. Jayjay stole the money (forty bucks!) but I’ll reclaim it from her hide at some point.

I had ace curry.

(Editing posts might not be very ethical, but I’m not leaving some stupid rant up here forever.)