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My pet bug is now obsolete. I could not be more pleased with this having happened silently while I wasn’t looking.

I’m actually running out of bugs. Awesomeness.

Dear Leader. I may have to actually bookmark this shit.

Wow. I actually feel normal for the first time in years. Here’s to progress.

I’ve also gained a new appreciation for something I’d really always ignored. Who knows how 2001 could have been.

I haven’t had such a good Saturday in as long as I can remember. Here’s to the future.

I’ve got nothing to do for the rest of the night, a fridge full of Bud and some Sopranos to watch. Why not, eh. Anyway, I need some distraction for the quite bizarre level of incompetence which led to a burnt dinner, a melted grill pan handle and several tender fingers.

Off to Ayr tomorrow to see Sis away. Jealous doesn’t go near to the full story.

Fuck. Optimism back down to zero. On both counts. Still, fridge full of free beer. Might as well download some new American Dad to take my mind off it until I can get blotto on Friday and get it out of my system properly.

The bounce is back. Who knows what possibilities lie ahead this week. For now, Kanye, Tony and a wee bit of Johnnie.^[1]

1. well, Grouse. ↩

Drunk, of course. I have no sober limits.

I rarely do this without opening my mouth or engaging in precise physical activity. I have, however, now realised that Sopranos intrigue is an excellent way of judging the mind’s ability to process raw and unfamiliar material. Without it, I’m reduced to a list of cast members.

Forgot to ever mention how awesome it was to hear this phrase spoken by someone else.

In more way than one. MOJO WORKIN’.

Wordpress 2.2, updated my own plugins to work as widgets. A couple of Sopranos episodes and a quick trip to the shops and this will have been a productive evening. Pity I left Goodfellas down the road.

Internet still capped. Stern words will be had with enthusiastic but ultimately indifferent Indians tomorrow.

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.