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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

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.

So I’m at this theatre that looks like a bingo hall, I’ve paid £9.75 for a vodka and coke and I’ve just accused this cripple sitting next to me of stealing my mobile phone. Thus I am landed in the middle of a performance art piece on Frankenstein with me playing the part of the one to be reanimated. Kids, don’t ever dream when drunk and upset, thanks.

In other news, closure on another three people is actually hefty good in the long run. I cannot fucking believe the way that telephone call went, I felt like a complete fud.

And I can’t get a flat at a sane price. Cry.

Seriously.

So I’ve got an interview with Sun tomorrow at 1.40 in Linlithgow. And of course the agency sent it to my btopenworld address, which left me screaming about Hotmail losing it and going mental at everybody.

Karina phoned me. Accidentally, admittedly, but got her number now. I really should text her back.

We won the Millers pub quiz. Another one bites the dust. I think we won by about eight points in the end too. Jayjay stole the money (forty bucks!) but I’ll reclaim it from her hide at some point.

I had ace curry.

(Editing posts might not be very ethical, but I’m not leaving some stupid rant up here forever.)

Best thing that happened was being diverted to Leith, forcing us to pub crawl up to Tollcross. This saved us from bad party vibes.

Met Seth Meehan. That was fucked up. Jayjay stole his Tia Maria. Typical.

After consultation with eleanor I’ve added “learn to drive” and “get the fuck out of Ayr” to my resolutions.

More later.

This is getting to be regular.

So it’s all Missy’s fault. I’m not in the least surprised - in actual fact this is pretty much the perfect explanation. Not going to think about it too closely, but I do need to console the big monkey. Gonna try and make it up at the weekend, even if I’m missing Dogma (which, dear god, I’d rather not go to on a Friday night when I could theoretically have a night in with some pr0n).

Off to see this lot tonight. Should be A Bit Gude. No hope for girls though. Zero.