There's any number of things I've been meaning to write about, but never quite found the time. However that's all irrelevant right now. I don't even have the time to do anything useful, such as clean my house or make food, since it has apparently been decided that I will spend the entire weekend stressed out of my gourd having a really bad time.
Seriously, to all you people who are posting in your status about how much you're looking forward to the weekend and what a great time you had on friday night?
FUCK YOU.
Now I get to trudge up to fucking london under half a ton of poxy tills. Not a happy bunny, no sir, no how.
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