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16th November


Going in to work when you don't have to is never a good idea. It just never works out. Things happen that annoy and all the time you are thinking...

'I chose to be here'

The cool kids just mess around until one of the cooler kids arrive and then they are all grown up and responsible. The annoying thing is that the cooler kids seem to fall for this. I guess they are not that cool after all.

It's one of those days when you do your best to stay on top of things but no-one else seems to care so you are kind of wondering why you are bothering.

You also discover that the most exciting thing in the world is crisps !!!!!

And the cool kids don't realise that they are not actually kids any more they are in there 30's or close enough and the actual cool kids are just laughing at them.

So why did I choose to be HERE?

Well as ever. Something somewhere makes me want to be the best me I can be. It only lasts for ten minutes but that's all it takes. Sometimes ten minutes is enough.

So I walked the dog.

I ate bad food.

I watched terrible television although there was a good documentary on about Primal Scream but focussing on their second least interesting album.

And there were games and there was cream soda which is a thing for me right now.

And I was sad because you were sad and you couldn't stop coughing.

Oh and my arms itch so much I now not only want to tear my skin off but I am actually tearing my skin off.

And someone is trying not to pay for a game I sold them. I can't find the proof of postage so I guess I lose that one.

And Christmas is coming and you all know I hate Christmas. You all know why I hate Christmas.

Still at least I have a good book to read....

Thanks for that.

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