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January 29th

Again 'It's definitely going to snow'.
Again it's not snowing.

Another nothing day full of existing. Looking for a roofer has led to me foolishly using Mybuilder.com which now means I get hundreds of emails, seemingly from criminals, who want to come round my house. The one person on there I asked for has promised (honest) to phone me. They haven't phoned me.

I would be much happier renting a house. It's so much less hassle than paying for your own shithole and waiting for it to collapse. If the kitchen blows up I can just tell my landlord. He (or she) can then worry about unblowing it and paying someone to get that sorted.

Listening to the (new) Suspiria soundtrack by yr man from Radiohead. It's good. A bit spooky as it should be.

Played quite a bit of Kingdom Hearts which is very much OK. Nothing more. Small children like it so thats all that matters. Good job I watched Hercules though or would be very confused.

Cant be bothered to watch anything significant so rewatching Toast of London which has the massive advantage of only being 22 minutes long. That is the exact span of my attention. No more no less.

Felt a bit shit all day due to poor drinking and eating habits at my solo wrestling party. I think I have grown out of drinking as there are absolutely no positives to it. The next time I drink will be one of the following.

1- Someone buys me a drink without me asking them to and I am too polite to say no. I will then immediately go into 'might as well drink EVERYTHING else' mode.

2- My birthday or Wrestlemania whichever comes first (just checked it will be Wrestlemania)

3- I have a day that is more significantly terrible than normal.

Still haven't put the Christmas decorations away and it's nearly February.


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