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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.