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So I had a night off. Blame my parents. I’m also £250 down twelve hours after getting paid. I’m such a good son.

Some incredibly troubling news today, but fingers crossed things will be okay. Not often I seriously have cause to give a shit about other people these days.

Last night I dreamed up Sopranos episodes. Slightly worrying, but not too much. At least I slept well.

Work course continues to be excellent. Lunch today was some chicken and pasta in a cheesy sauce. Managed to eat all the chicken, managed not to vomit on anyone. Pretty waitress too. All in, that’s the best I’ve performed eating Italian, even if I’ll never actually be good at it.

Off for another pop at the big time. Might as well keep shooting.

Tomorrow brings Forth and Catalonians and Idlewild impressions and possibly sleeping in clothes. I can’t wait.

Nice to feel liked, even if it’s only a feeling.

I have recently discovered that I am the Statto of Eurovision. Probably better to know this sooner rather than later.

Been a while.

So yeah, growing it.^[1] No gel today except what was on it last night. ‘Mon the jakester.

Had another losing dream last night but can’t remember it now. Blame slow DNS propagation.

1. rumours that this has something to do with watching Children of Men are false. ↩

So what does it mean when you have dreams about failing everything?

Firstly, I’m playing in some international football final. (with a bunch of neds from school.) And we get a penalty. And I ask to take it, despite having never scored. And I fuck it up, and then I can’t even dribble later when I get passed a sitter.

Then, I’m in a car with this girl (who also reminds me of some ned from school) and I feel really awkward.

Then I’m a taxi driver, and I drive this Polish guy to his new house, and he hands me a clip of moneys. Then (because it’s got the steering wheel on the wrong side for some reason) I crash it at a crosswords and I don’t have insurance.

Seriously bizarre. Anyway, I got my DNS sorted out so the domain is right everywhere (dyndns is being bypassed, but my IP is pretty stable these days). Any IP changes will mean downtime. I should invest in a static IP really, do away with dyndns entirely. We’ll see.

Electrician came out; turns out nobody’s door entries are working. yay. So this will be fixed.

Demon mailed me. Apparently I’m not meant to download more than 50GB a month. Heh. Fortunately my usage this month has been scandalous, so I doubt it’ll get much worse from here on in.

Partays this and next weekend. Good opportunity to catch up with people. Do or die time on one front I think.

Urge to eat curry rising. I think that’s dinner tonight.

Getting to the point where answering the phone to anonymous calls is a bad idea. Unbelievable, but this is what I get for associating with the mentally unbalanced.

Finally bothered getting my Web stuff in order, along with spring-cleaning my shares.^[1] Along with my new-found discovery that taking the first two drinks very slowly saves one about 60% in total alcohol cost, I’m back in the hotseat. Will try to keep this more up to date again.

Ribs getting better. Who knows, I may play the piano again after all.

Cash situation is embarrassing. I was meant to have shit to spare this month. At least I can say I paid some bills, and I didn’t have overtime, and whatever, but still. Must try harder.

Too much stuff has happened actually. Between Beltane and Shaz’s hot friend and the barbecue and Bucky-by-the-dozen and stuff I dunno. Sopranos is excellent. I can’t believe they cancelled Drive already. Pah.

So yeah, scout’s honour this gets kept up to date in future, if only to stave off stalker suicide through lack of updates.

1. heh. and I actually did it in Spring for once. ↩

So, been busy.

That’s a lie. I’ve sat on my arse and played C&C 3 all week. The most polished game in history, seriously. Everything is good except Trisha Helfer’s acting.^[1]

Off the whisky. So I’m on the Stella, which is not the world’s greatest move, but meh. I’m weak.

Meant to go to the Catty tonight, but that’s off. Also meant to see the Boys tonight, I don’t think i can be arsed trekking all the way across the country to be honest. Sitting in and falling asleep sounds like an awesome plan.

1. my lord. We’re talking Scott Bakula levels of grace-falling here, especially next to ms Park’s sections. ↩

#43538: Hawt women who hide their boyfriend-allegiance.

I’m really getting pissed off now. It’s beginning to drain my soul. I can but hope for there to be nice wimminz in Ed tomorrow, but chances are there won’t be. Worse, I have my heart set on the Previous, which is likely to cause further heartbreak. Oh Lord, won’t you buy me, a Mercedes Benz cute future wife.

I just bought GetRight. Eight years of guilt, gone.

Jones is spamming me with prank calls. By Christ.