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March 7th

Watched "The Hate U Give' almost by accident which is a happy accident as it's excellent and much better than all those other films like it that won awards (I had to turn off 'If Beale Street Could talk' as it was, for want of a better word, dreary). Well done. I like being surprised by films being good and not universally underwhelming. Captain Marvel is out next week. I am strangely unbothered.

In other news progressed in Dark Souls and can now jazz around the rest of the game. Still liking Assassins Creed a lot and finished series 2 of Heroes (better than remembered).

It is cold (again).
And raining (again).
And the cake shops are stocking up on ingredients for when we leave Europe. I might go searching to see if there is going to be any one way anyone is better off.

Apart from that failed to play my guitar again and failed to do anything constructive at all.

Did my washing though (which I always do on a Thursday).

Felt ill at work, but couldn't go home in case they sacked me for it. Had to sit there and suffer. Serves me right for all the time I took of when I wasn't ill. Oh and the time I had a mental breakdown, oh and the time I had spinal cancer (which to be fair they were alright with me about).

Dancing girl has been replaced by men playing Dark Souls.

Had a bath.

What more can I tell you? I plan to clean the kitchen tomorrow and go to the shop.

Thug Life.

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