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December 11th

It's 5am (or thereabouts) and I am up watching Christmas, Again which is possibly my favourite Christmas film of all time which I CANNOT FIND ANYWHERE TO BUY.

Came across it by accident about 3 years ago and have loved it ever since. It's a low key affair about a man selling Christmas Trees out of a caravan in New York. It's very good and very me. I would call it bitter/sweet and lovely. You would call is slow. You are an idiot.

In other 'it sucks to be me' news. My Playstation's hard drive corrupted so I had to format it. This means that ALL my progress in ALL my games has been lost to the wind and I had put 100's of hours into those fuckers. Guess it will give me an excuse to play through them again for mental health reasons.

Drinking far too much again (stop giving me alcohol people, I know it's Christmas but really?). Which means I am spending loads on shite again.

What is Smash Brothers? I can't see whats going off most of the time and I find it confusing and stressful.  I didn't like it last time so I have no idea why I would spend £50 to play it again.

Oh y'know. Me.

Had brief panic time yesterday when I thought I had got something stuck inside me, but that's not for here. You never know who might be reading this.

Both of you.

Weirdos.

Hope you get it.

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