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December 2nd

Someone's in a bad mood today aren't they?

Mistletoe Mafia Toasty Amber Lager 4.5%

Ok lager, tastes like Carlsberg Export. Totally alright.

Sometimes I can see a crack and see the light through it. I can see the cogs turning an figure out how it all works. Y'know life.

Then the crack closes and I am totally in the dark again. Just existing. Not living.

You being awful all day makes me a bit happy. Just because I can be the one not consumed by mental illness for a little while. I know I am broken. I know there is no-one that can fix me. You are also broken but I'm not sure if you know it and that's pretty much most of the problem.

Having binged on 'The Inbetweeners' due to it just being on and me not being able to sleep again I am now watching 'No Offence' which ALL4 practically shoved down my throat. It's pretty good. It's not as awful as I feared and it has interesting characters. Let's watch that then for a bit.

Still playing Spiderman because it's braindead and listened to a few records today including a couple of the Christmas ones.

Bright Eyes
St Etienne
Joy Zipper
Christmas Decorations
65 Days of Static
Aphex Twin
The Breeders
Grimes

'Wrong Catflap'



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