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January 25th

Went to the dentist today. Hey how exciting is that? They charged me £26 to have a nice lady look in my mouth. Great. I have to travel 10 miles to get there because that's the only place I could get in on the NHS. They are forever cancelling appointments so I was lucky that this one actually managed to go ahead. If you don't turn up they kick you off their books. If they cancel they constantly hassle you to rebook and then cancel again. I have to keep going because my bridge might break and that will be a bad day in my life anyhow. It will be even worse with no dentist.

Then went to see the parents. Went for a drive and did a bit of drone flying with my dad. Sacred a women and her dog half to death when it inevitably got out of control. It's so hard to see where its going. It is always a bit of fun though for the 10 minutes the battery lasts.

Went to the big round pub for dinner. I had coke and no-one said anything. Had a MASSIVE mixed grill which I am still full on 9 hours later. They asked me if I was happy which I declined to answer. They asked me if I was contented. I told them no. I don't think I know what happiness and contentment are. Sometimes I see it down the road but it always drives away. I'm not special. I imagine most people feel like that.

They gave me a bit of money (as they do) so of course I rushed down Tescos and bought Resident Evil 2 (remake) rather than do anything useful with it. Had a fight with a machine trying to print photo's off my phone. Realised I was being an idiot and figured it out.

Got home and burnt some stuff. Did the usual things while navigating around the massive table that arrived today for art. More clutter. Less space.

Played Resident Evil 2 for a bit and it was ok although not the massive masterpiece everyone is saying it is. Not as good as 7. This of course means I will stop playing (Resident Evil) 0 which I was ploughing through. This is me all over. A million half finished things while I search for something that might make me feel better.

Played Onrush and listened to podcasts. Played Black Ops but that was no fun SPAWNDIESPAWN. There are people that play no other games. They are good at this. I am not.

In bed. Going to watch YouTube and read until I can go to sleep. Then I will get woken up again.

Thanks for reading this. I don't know why you do bit thanks.

This is not really something for the world. This is just for me to pass the time and do a bit of writing. I will earn to use grammar and punctuation at some point.

Not today.

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