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January 27th

Watching NXT Takeover. Whilst good, it's the worst one I have seen.

Other things I have watched.

The Girl in the Spiders Web. Ok. Picked up. A bit bland. She is a rubbish Lisbeth. Not her fault. Poor casting. She was good in Unsane. If that was her. Haven't watched The Crown because it looks shit.

One Cut of the Dead. Entertaining. It's like a film followed by the making of the film but all staged. Different. Points for that.

That documentary about the Fyre Festival. Such a shame to see rich entitled people being taken for a ride by other rich entitled people. My heart bled for them. Truly.

Going to try and watch Hercules later to prep for Kingdom Hearts.

I imagine it will be just another Sunday. Dog walking. Bath. Time wasting. There is nothing more to be done on a Sunday.

I only have a finite number of Sundays left so it's a shame about that really. I imagine there is someone out there having a nice time today. Good for them. Maybe they are at the Fyre Festival? With 'influencers' and 'models'.

They're probably at the pictures watching things I have already seen.

This thing autocorrects like a motherfucker. I don't want to be autocorrected. I am my mistakes.

Additional information : sorry for the one person that read this already and will miss the thrilling extra bits.

Its fucking windy again so had to climb on the rood and put yet more things on there. I was asked why I was going on the roof while it was so windy like it was a life choice or something. To stop bricks falling on your head.

The rest of the day has gone as planned and am watching Come Dine with me again and waiting to go to bed.

Hercules is rubbish apart from the ending. Had sausages, beans and mash for dinner. This weeks complaint that there was too much potato. I am not doing Sunday dinner ever again.

Defrosting party jam sandwiched and putting peanut butter on them. Acceptable.

Having hundreds of drawings thrown in my face. I don't know what you want me to say about that.





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