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Things always start weirdly I suppose. Dreams on Thursday involved trying keep fish alive, with a large jar and a test tube.

Quietest day ever in work, not that I’m complaining. Got home, shower, shit, shave, the rest, in Glasgow for half seven. Saw Davie and le boys. DJ Format was doing the Art School, which may have made it non-shit. If I’d survived.

But no, I had to go to the best gig ever. By the time I came out I just needed to go home and bask in the awesomeness of it.

Oddly, only people I saw that I knew were Kev and Mary. No Danni, Daisy etc. Oh well, suppose I’ll see later who all went.

Last train to Edinburgh is 11:30. Last to Ayr is 12:15. Who knew. So boosted southwards.

Now to wash a shirt and get back to Edinburgh. Pah. Half eleven and I’m already pressed for time. The wonders.

- Chris

For some reason my network connection is now playing up. Timeouts when trying to access shit. It’s my network drivers; disabling them fixes it. Fucking great. I suppose I’ll look into this at some point.

- Chris

I am fucking starving. Roll on tonight’s curry.

Bis-sensation trembling. I need to dig out a copy of New Transistor Heroes, can’t find either of mine just now. Bah. Listening to Intendo for the first time in, like, five years just now. Crazy that I can remember all the lyrics to songs I’ve forgotten the names to.

Last night was fun enough. Good seeing people occasionally, good actually being invited out. Place was bursting with quim as well, which is always good. Here’s hoping Friday is as good.

Last night’s weird dream was about trying to find a cash machine in Doonfoot. I have no idea what that means.

Kimberley McKay asked my sister about me. She’s now like 17. This raises literally dozens of questions.

- Chris

Listening to Social Dancing again. YAY. I may spend the whole of Friday’s gig in tears at this rate.

Got drunk last night, which wasn’t the greatest of ideas, but meh. We’ll see how I look on Friday. Hopefully fabulous. Everyone knows the best future wives go to Bis gigs.

Allan and Lisa hopefully up tonight. I get to show off. Raaa.

- Chris

Hoovered, fixed shelves, cleaned hob, got FLOSS AND SOCKS.

I-am-God.

- Chris

- Chris

José Mourinho’s two pet elephant rats. These are rats the size (and roughly the shape) of elephants, in indestructible glass cages by the side of the pitch.

I am frankly glad this is all I remember from last night’s dreams. Don’t leave the curtains open during a really bright full moon, kids.

- Chris

So that worked. Nice ickle meal. Tasty and half-burnt and half what I normally eat. I can do that.

So, keep this up all week and I should be sorted. That’s nice.

- Chris

I love Sundays during QP.

- Chris

Got into work at 09:20. Bah.

So there’s no buses before 9am on Sundays. Fair enough. I start walking in as usual, suddenly realise I haven’t got my card once I’m a fair bit along. Never mind I think, I’ll just phone a taxi when I get back and I’ll still be in before 9.

No taxis before quarter to ten. It’s a Sunday, dontcha know.

What the fuck? Are they all at church or something?

Bah. And on top of that, Segways are illegal here. Another fine plan ruined.

Defrosted a small amount of chicken, about a quarter packet. Going to try this micro-meal thing. If it fails I’ve got a whole cupboard full of choccibics anyway.

- Chris