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March 6th

I hate going into work at this time. Get locked in with the kids going to school and you have to be careful at what speed you walk otherwise you end up in a gang with them and having to go and drink Hooch in the shelter on the cricket pitch. I like to do that on my own thank you very much and I don't want to get in some West Side Story ting.

Either that or they run me over on their bikes going the wrong way on a one way street doing wheelies. I laugh as they smash into the dustbin lorries and fly into the compactor at the back.

Or I have to walk past them in the middle of the road and hope not to get smooshed by the dustbin lorry.

My arms are very scratchy again. They have been ok for a bit but my skin is all coming off again.

Not so good.

Had a bread based tea which tends to always happen when I don't make it. Bread destroys my stomach but I am still fed it anyhow. I am being murdered slowly. Murdered slowly by bread. It's not even nice bread.

You Tube is all broken and throwing adverts at me. It thinks I am in America (I am not in America) so all the ads are not relevant (my favourite animal is the elephant).

It's raining now. Always. I think we are in Spring now so I guess that's expected. Last year it was about this time the turned into Antartica which was GREAT FUN.

Watching a man open N64 cartridges for company. I need to find a new dancing girl. Ideally one thats not a cunt this time.


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