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Listening to Jacques du Pont, the weather’s mild and it’s just started snowing ickle flakes. I find it difficult to maintain the Cunningham rage under such conditions.

Anyway, yeah. Went down and saw Mummy, uneventful. Try to get to Ed tomorrow to do this router swap and maybe have a talk with Chris. Figured out that it’s not so much who it was as the fact that it yet again marks me as abnormal; what the fuck is it that I’m not able to do this shit when everyone else can?

Tuesday is Whistle Binkies and a chance to catch lux again, which is a reason to be cheerful.

No idea what I’m going to do for my birthday. Based on past experience, probably nothing. Taking Fri off anyway, might as well try and get debauched.

Flatwarming still not arranged. My rationale (aside from not having enough seats) is that I think I’d rather kill myself than have someone else christen the flat.

1. Cool under fire;
2. Didn’t spend much;
3. Got to see people;
4. Got to see a person;
5. Fleetwood Mac - Little Lies. CHRIST it’s been a long time since I’ve heard this.

Still, fuck’s sake.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

First ever real donation. I feel all growed up now. My bucks are on the end of that running total now.

I’ve actually seen every Red Nose Day. First time I ever saw The Big Yin was on Comic Relief.

I had the chance to do calls with RHL last time around. I feel like a dick for not having done it now.

Reason #23423 to stop editing Wikipedia:

Psychopaths.

I’ve wasted an hour of my life following this up. Wikipedia really is a remarkably straightforward way of smearing people with whatever insane bullshit one comes up with in anger.

Said idiot is apparently going to phone this college on Monday. I would literally love to know what whoever’s answering the phones has to say to some random American who is accusing some guy they’ve never heard of of calling him gay on Wikipedia. I’d tape that shit and listen to it for days. Would make me feel less awful about the human race.

Survived the football for once. I put this down to

• Not having a hangover for once in my life and
• Not running about like an idiot for a change.

Feeling pretty decent just now, albeit battered. I want to have a proper dinner and not just a malt loaf (the way to belly-reduction is not through malt loaf dinners, padawan), so will have to go get rolls.

Erm, so, yesterday: went into Ed, managed to get charger, photos, up to see Chris (not in) and 500GB hard disk (RAAA) and back on in an hour. What a result.

All stuff recovered from knackered disk. Knackered disk going in bin tonight.

My aim is for 100% tidyness by tomorrow. Bit late for hoovering now, but that’s about it. Aside from that, downloading EVERYTHING EVAR now.

Other things I need to cut the fuck out of my life include Wikipedia. Why would I spend so much time on this nothingness. Dealing with dweebs in my spare time.

I am |- this close -| to just killing my watchlist entirely. Oh, that would be fun.

In other news, I need my passport number. Conveniently located, AS FUCKING ALWAYS, ON THE BIT OF PAPER I RIPPED UP AND THREW AWAY THIS MORNING. I seriously, seriously have to stop doing that. I’m giving myself mental problems.

Parcel got to Chris the morning after I hit the post office. I am sehr impressed. Could do that more often, Allan says it’s efficient.

Benn didn’t bother his arse / forgot / got distracted (they really need to invent a word for that: “to Benn something”) to bring my charger round, so a trip to Edinburger tonight to get a new one. This means I can have chikkins for dinner though, and gives me the chance to get passport photos. Must avoid rubbing nose beforehand.

Got Regina Spektor’s new album, hard disk now officially full. Might pop into Priceless and grab another 300GB if it’s cheap enough. In actual fact, that’s a splendid idea. First track is lovely, rest a bit tame so far, we’ll see.

Clothes still need sorted, but almost all postage done. Still got passport application to do. Then it’s the seedee player and I think I’m pretty much out of chores. Wow.

Not enough explorin’ done. Will need to leave till Sunday now I suppose. That could be fun if I’m still up.

Went to bed at 9pm last night (yay no alcohol!) after a couple of tasty little buggers.

Weird dreams:

Went to a house party full of women, ended up full of self-loathing and hating my bro for his usual shit. tantalisingly close to lux at one point. Segue to Sandgate Poundstretcher, now a multi-floor miniatures shop. I leave for a minute, go down to where fie stays, some guy’s looking for Cunningham (no relation to either, though my dad seems to think it’s us). Has a googly eye. I finally find the door (keep walking past it for whatever reason) but the guy’s disappeared. Back to Poundies, see a couple of Illuminati-like guys asking questions at the door. Duck in and go upstairs, the place has been emptied. Lillie is there, as is Phil Gallie (!) who gives us the combination to a briefcase which supposedly contains two grand’s worth of minis. A cleaner nearly eats the sweety I have written the combination on. (For posterity I think it was 18857.) I wake up without having found the briefcase.

Benn didn’t come round with the charger. For fuck’s sake.

Title is because I woke up with an urge to listen to Army by the Ben Folds Five. Yeah, not the same album, but some things were born to be titles, y’know.

So.

Going to try to lay off the sauce. I am far too young for this red-nose pish. With any luck this will go down for summer.

Party in Ed for Em on Saturday. Apparently she knows burlesque dancers. Looking forward to it, will be nice to actually get out with people for a change.

Finally started listening to all the DNA stuff I downloaded properly. Lovers End by the Birthday Massacre is a fucking incred song. So listening to that quite a bit.

Started to explore lithgae. Went for a fantastic walk tonight, bit of cardio for once. Saw ducks and rainbows and a glimpse of bunnies. Will need to get the ol’ Discman ready and make this regular. Who knows, might actually let me sleep.

Bit more regular on this I think. Gives me something to do besides flame strangers and watch Friends.