Well. Fuck.

I worked out why I'm so upset. At least, for this week ( Read more... )

I can't stop crying.

Okay, so... yeah. Dunno.

Things are kinda shit at the moment. But I guess I can't complain too bad.

Certainly doesn't feel that way, though.

Okay, so I picked up the new PC today after it'd been built. It has, however, shown an alarming tendancy to fuck up - I'm on the third install of XP tonight. I'm hoping it's just a bad copy of XP, or that the latest updates'll stabilise it. We'll see.

I'm gonna beg shuv for my Home CD back just in case, though.

Okay, looks like I won't be going to London to see Sol afterall.

What a cunt of a city.

Contrary to popular belief, venting is not some magical healer of emotional wounds ( Read more... )

What the hell am I doing?

'Isn't there a Polish delicatessan there? I keep meaning to try something from there ( Read more... )

Argh, still feel squidgy ( Read more... )