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January 22nd

Packages.

Yeah. Only one more to come and that should fit through the letterbox. Knowing my postman he will want to knock as he always does for 'reasons'.

Watching a bullshit video about the Dark Web. Some Canadian unboxing something. This is such a crock of shit. It has been watched 2439784 times. This is a real figure.

Work was ok. Spoke too much. I was all hyper and shit. I hate being that side of myself. Need to go to the 11 O'clock place.

It's still cold and it has snowed somewhere. We are not yet at the week where everything grinds to a holt but we are not far away. Can't get into anything at the moment. Just watching bad TV and passing the time. Nothing seems to matter. The benefits of mental illness.

Had a two song disco and made my guitar make a good noise. I need to figure things out but I really like the preamp. It might be all I ever need.

They are not chips. They are crisps.

As you can tell. Nothing happened again and I can't think of anything to get annoyed by.

Will try again tomorrow.

Entropy.

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