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January 10th

Normal service has resumed and for some reason I am watching Sliding Doors.

Just sometimes I get random blips in my head that make me want to see or do something immediately  after having not interest in it before. Ever.

This is one of those things. I can't be that bothered as I am typing this whilst watching. Better that than the hypnosis videos that I have once again become obsessed with.

OOO she missed the train. But now she gone catched it.

There are two Gwyneth's. I think this is before she got all annoying as well.

Someone that might be Micheal Smiley has tried to steal her handbag.

Nothing else has happened. Work is ok as I managed to get into the 11'Oclock headset and therefore don't let everything bother me. It won't last. It will collapse and I will want to kill everyone within a week.

Mans has still not sent my package because it doesn't seem to be made, despite the fact he is still selling them with a two day turn around date. This is why I don't like buying things.

I can't get into any games and all my joypads seem to be broken in a slightly different way. The one that does work I can't find.

It's quite cold, but not that cold. We haven't had the traditional week of snow that makes everyone panic and the country come to a halt. That is surely on the way though. It's tradition.

Gwyneth is talking in a fake posh accent which is weird because she has a proper posh accent she could use.

Someone has stained my Mogwai box set. I got shouted at for using a £3 sieve today but no one is bothered about a £75 box set of records a £900 telly or a £2500 guitar. It's ok to damage them as long as a sieve isn't used as an actual sieve. People are bananas. Also people are not bananas.

Why does this autocorrect of to to all the time? That is a question.

No, she's already annoying. Such a shame.


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