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March 16th

Look how many times can I tell you. I don't do anything. I just sit around all day doing nothing of any worth. Played a few games, walked the dog watched two films. Thats me.

'Fighting with my Family' was great. A bit saggy in the middle but still good. I am target audience though so its probs rubbish.

'Green Book' is apparently the best film of all time. It's not. It's still perfectly enjoyable though.

It's still like living in a windy rain tunnel. Or a rainy wind tunnel. Whatever.

The Division 2 is vexing me because it's FAR TOO FUCKING HARD and also FAR TOO FUCKING HARD TO SEE ANYTHING ON THE SCREEN.

Devil May Cry 5 is, erm, ok I guess (still needs Bayonetta in it).

Lost 8000000 souls in Dark Souls to one of those ganky skeletons with a lance in the Undead Burg. Schoolboy. Nearly snapped my switch.

Watched a bit of Adult Non Violent Entertainment.

Had an argument about a Christmas tree (in March).

Ate a sausage bagel, a cheese toasty, a baked bean toasty and loads of sweets.

If its super windy again tomorrow I might take the kite out just for a laugh.

Remember when I was going to buy a boat?



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