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So.

Going to try to lay off the sauce. I am far too young for this red-nose pish. With any luck this will go down for summer.

Party in Ed for Em on Saturday. Apparently she knows burlesque dancers. Looking forward to it, will be nice to actually get out with people for a change.

Finally started listening to all the DNA stuff I downloaded properly. Lovers End by the Birthday Massacre is a fucking incred song. So listening to that quite a bit.

Started to explore lithgae. Went for a fantastic walk tonight, bit of cardio for once. Saw ducks and rainbows and a glimpse of bunnies. Will need to get the ol’ Discman ready and make this regular. Who knows, might actually let me sleep.

Bit more regular on this I think. Gives me something to do besides flame strangers and watch Friends.

SOME MUGGER CUNT tried to get me on the way home. Holy FUCK.

Another three people off my phone list and hence out of my life. This includes all contact with ms Fish and the associates of Murray. It’ll work out.

Getting on well with mr Fish though, which is ace. Wish I could pull that Kirsty girl. Dirty. Got two days.

Seven days from now I’ll be sitting at a desk in Sun HQ. YARSE.

All I need now is a place to stay and a handful of documents. Neither will be hindered by my alcoholism or my net addiction.

Heather Locklear is 44 years old?!

I cannot believe Mr Miyagi is dead.

Okay, this is weird. I’ve suddenly got this atrocious, acute hunger spasm growing in my stomach, despite the fact I had a big plate of chips about four hours ago. I mean serious. I’m losing blood here.

I think I’ve got Meltin’s Worm.

I need tea before I pass out. Passing out. That’s how bad this is. Jesus.

[edit] I take it back: it’s just a hyper-adrenaline rush. I’m off my tits. What brought this on?

[take 3] I’m not even kidding! What the hell? I haven’t even taken cough medicine in five hours!

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.