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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.

Parcel got to Chris the morning after I hit the post office. I am sehr impressed. Could do that more often, Allan says it’s efficient.

Benn didn’t bother his arse / forgot / got distracted (they really need to invent a word for that: “to Benn something”) to bring my charger round, so a trip to Edinburger tonight to get a new one. This means I can have chikkins for dinner though, and gives me the chance to get passport photos. Must avoid rubbing nose beforehand.

Got Regina Spektor’s new album, hard disk now officially full. Might pop into Priceless and grab another 300GB if it’s cheap enough. In actual fact, that’s a splendid idea. First track is lovely, rest a bit tame so far, we’ll see.

Clothes still need sorted, but almost all postage done. Still got passport application to do. Then it’s the seedee player and I think I’m pretty much out of chores. Wow.

Not enough explorin’ done. Will need to leave till Sunday now I suppose. That could be fun if I’m still up.

So if I balance the old disk on a glass and a Republica CD is stops fucking clicking. Good enough for the time being. Note to self: stop fucking with your hardware.

When I replace this box, i’m never opening the fucker. NEVAR.

One or both of my hard drives are going to die permanently very, very soon. This scares me. Very much.

They’re replacing it with a 4000. This may be the best news I’ve ever had.

Andy thinks Veruca Salt are ace as well. No surprise. My fave discovery of ages.

MY PHONE IS A PILE OF COCK.

I don’t want to have to spend Christmas money on something so fucking trivial.

If the en-GB (urgh) build isn’t updated to 1.5 shortly I’ll fucking do it. This is taking the royal piss.

Fuck’s sake.

Right, I am not not not subclubbing tomorrow as consolation. That would be a waste of time. Tomorrow will be spent giving the flat a proper tidy and putting my clotheses away.

Bloggar’s spellchecker is appalling by the way. Might as well just beep or something.

Having said that, I love this song. Music will save me.

King of SQL.

The server’s back, baby! one more thing to do, done.

My schedule is now as follows:

Thursday: beg £30 for outness, book Aberdeen, head to Ed, back to Soundhaus.

Friday: Out with work. Rejoice in paidness.

Saturday: Aberdeen.

Sunday: Hangover, regret, suffering. try to tidy at least one room in house.

next week:

Thursday: Out with work.

Friday: Out with work. Rejoice in paidness.

Saturday: Head home and start getting phone and insurance sorted out. Buy a saw. Steele’s 21st.

Sunday: Hangover. Regret. Suffering. Head up here and tidy the rest of the flat.

Who said I don’t make plans.

In other news, power suits and positively filthy secretaries. I am fucking loving this. Kink after kink.

It was the power supply.

Is it working now? No. Because I broke a pin off of my fucking system hard disk, so everything is broken. Grrrrrrr.

Going to have a looksee if I can fix it just now. I hold little hope.

Drive’s broken on the lappy again, and the power supply / mobo * on the desktop died within ten minutes. Neither have been moved since they worked, and the desktop was on at the time. Ridiculous.

To cap it off, I have no money, three weeks not to spend it, and I could do with a pull. Off of a girl. Who I still haven’t phoned. No cash is a shit excuse. Might try stealing from the Cuthbert tomorrow, suppose he can only say no. Assuming I have enough cash for one text.

np: A Perfect Circle – Mer De Noms (been a while.)

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