Hey, I’m kinda half-cut after a night of wonderous excess, so I’m going to make promises now, while I’m in the mood.

 

I WILL cheer up.

I will look at all the good shit again (Hey, I’ve got two degrees…)

I’ll forget the Chronic Tormenter and his midnight phone calls of false promise. (“I’m sorry Xine, I really miss you….. by the way, tomorrow I’m still going to be seeing someone else…”)

I will enjoy my new hair complete with fringe and Louise Brooks styling (when I can be arsed).

I will joyfully contemplate the fact that I have lost a stone.

I will practice my origami with all the vim and enthusiasm that an ancient Japanese art form deserves.

I will crack on with the book: the unpaid, undeadlined, lifetime ambition book about evil people on road trips.

I will finish The Stand. It’s massive.

I will start bloody blogging again: I was afraid of the internet and that was silly. I will rectify this.

I may or may not learn about existentialism in my spare time. For fun. Because life is short.

 

There, I’m sorry everything’s been a bit skew-whiff over the last couple of months. It’s been a mad, sad, bad time. But that’s life, and there are plenty of people who care about me enough to let me know that the world will continue to turn, and you never know what the next revolution has in store.

 

I might convert to Judaism and open a deli in Brooklyn. I’d like that.

 

Laters.

xx

I am horribly, horribly peed off with mummy's computer. I just spent two days faffing around with the final (please God, let it be final) draft of the book, saving it on to a CD and generally pushing my knowledge of the laptop further than it's ever been before, only to find that the computer The Mam has (the one with the printer and the other three chapters of the book) has a D drive that will neither open nor respond save for a weak chittering. A chittering, which I am convinced exists only to give me false hope. False hope. Story of my life.

 

Anyway, this means that I can now either email the missing three chapters to my hotmail and retrieve them, but only by going home to the flat and using my foul, vile and hideous router, or getting on my hands and knees and buggering about with wires I do not understand. Or, as I managed to do yesterday for some reason, catching a lift on the buckshee wireless connection which floated into the living room at around four thirty. But I could be waiting a while.

 

Argh! Why is life never simple?

 

Anyway, life continues to be 99% rubbish, so I won't bore you with all the details yet. I have taken the week off work to seek solace in not being at work: hub of all evil and misery. Yeah, well, YOU try watching everything you had come to take for granted as being a part of your life for the last seven months be cruelly transferred to the life of another.

 

*Sigh* Back to the grind.

 

I love you all, even if you don't know what Animal Crossing is. It's wrong and evil and shite and that should be enough for anyone.

 

Laters.

xx

 

PS: Today's blog was brought to you direct onto the new entry screen, and not, as usual, via the wonderful world of cut and paste from Word. There will be spelling mistakes. Oh yes, there will be many.

 

SUE ME.

 

 

I have just bought Animal Crossing for the DS.

 

Please refer to the first entries I ever made here to see why this is bad.

 

 

I set my alarm this morning so that I wouldn’t miss Pig Joan the Turnip Lady.

 

It’s happening again…..

 

Help me.