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December 5th

I have no alcohol review for you today. I took a Tramadol and it has proper moved my brain slightly to the left so I think I will save it for another day.

It's raining. Of course it is. It's always raining now I don't have a proper roof. I am waiting for the inevitable collapse.

There is nothing to report today. I went to work and the car was a bit dodgy going up a hill. I did a bit of work but mainly just clock watched. I came home and ate all the food. And now I am here feeling ill again due to the medication I have. I feel like I need flushing out.

I think Christmas is pretty much sorted and there are just a few t's to be dotted and i's to be crossed. I don't feel very Christmassy though. Just waiting for it to be done and dusted. Then we have birthday horror. Then we have Valentines horror. Then it's spring and done and dusted.

The Portishead song on the Gucci ad cuts out just before it get's good. Who signed off on that? I would assume Portishead did for several million pounds.

All I have to look forward to is feeling guilty for wanting to watch The Apprentice later.

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