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January 17th

Watching Sex Education which is about 10 times better than it really needs to be. Like it. Didn't think I would. There is a girl in it who looks like Poundland Jessica Alba but a bit wonky. I like her. I like a bit wonky.

There is nothing else to report. Everything is plodding on and I had forgotten how annoying it is waiting for parcels. I am not going to wait for parcels any more.

I have stopped drinking pop so my mouth tastes like a public toilet. If I keep it as a special treat it will make not drinking alcohol easier.

Birthday went on forever and thats only part one. Part two to follow. So much stuff to the extent that none of it is worth anything. Just piles of piles.

Everyone is doing the 'How I was 10 years ago' thing. I was the same. A twat.

I am re-reading The Vinyl Detective books so I feel like I should listen to some jazz. I want to listen to some jazz. Lets get some jazz.

Work is work and everyone has the sickness but me. I am hardly ever there so I guess it doesn't make a difference. I just pop in and pop out. Do the work and try not to engage with anyone. I hardly know anyone there any more. They come and they go and they are all the same. Except when they aren't.

Created a Reverb amount because I might sell all my music stuff as I hardly do it any more. (I won't sell all my music stuff). It's weird because my music stuff is worth more than the house it is in which I am struggling to pay for.

Like I say, a twat.

There is a lot of banging outside. I wonder if the world is ending? If it is the internet still works so I can post a selfie while it does. Thats important to me.

It's the one Friday of the month I get to go in tomorrow. I wonder which age inappropriate clothes I can wear. I badly need to tell the world which bands I like that they have never heard of.

Yeah definitely zombies outside.


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