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December 8th

It's quite early. There is a lot yet to be done. I haven't even decided how I am getting to work.

It seems to be very windy outside. That's about right. Hoping a brick won't fly off and damage someone or something because of course that will be down to me. Just me. No-one else.

Couldn't sleep so got up and made a bacon sandwich. The the of bacon I buy I buy mainly because it doesn't smell of bacon when you cook it. Still had to have a pantomime though. Am I never allowed to eat what I want without drama?

The beer in my advent calendar is impressively strong so I might get back to reviewing those tomorrow. Probs not because tomorrow is TUBE DAY !!!! Cannot wait. Who has TUBE DAY !!!! on a Sunday? Aren't we all supposed to be in church or something?

Still playing Spiderman which is now unfairly hard so might sack that off until the last of the DLC comes out. Interesting huh?

The heat has been turned on despite the fact it makes me want to rip my skin off. Who cares? Who wants to be a little bit cold? My life exists of people telling me how cold they are. How did people survive 50 years ago?

So what will the day bring. I guess it's not going to be anything good. I keep getting emails from the lottery saying I have won a price which is always followed up by another email five minutes later saying my prize is another lottery ticket. Why can't they just put it all in one email?

False hope.

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