"On my life I tried today, there's so much I felt I should say, but even if your heart would listen, I doubt I could explain," - 'If you don't, don't' - Jimmy Eat World

Ok, I'm gonna talk crap now. The subject is gonna be the movie of my life. Which naturally doesn't exist yet. But it might someday. Possibly. Because if Jim Morrison gets one then I see no reason why the rest of us shouldn't be clamouring for our own. On a related note at least two of my exes have been to see Jim Morrisson's grave. Why? From now on (and so not including anybody I may currently be affiliated with in any manner) I think I shall disregard any and all girls who have travelled to see Jim's place of rest. Or own any of his over-rated, organ filled crappy music. With the honourable exception of 'Break On Through'

The title: Blue All Over
This reflects both the jersies of Limerick FC and my occasional lapses into sadness and such. Thankfully these lapses are getting less and less frequent these days. Hurrah! However, given that the basic plot premise doesn't amount to much more than me wasting my life after college I may also dust off an old title of mine called 'Deadtime'.

The cast:
Dar Collopy: James Duval
Niall Noonan: Owen Wilson
Brian Collopy: Ethan Embry Mark from Empire Records
Bob Kiely: Zak Orth (another Loser veteran, Bob wanted Jack Black but this is far more appropriate we feel. We being me and Niall for anybody who cares).
Don Davern: Fred Savage
David Tobin: Thomas Sadoski (from Loser no less, kudos to Niall for helping me with that one)
Trevor Beacom: Joaquin Phoenix
Maria Noonan: Keira Knightley
Kitt Vercetti: Eliza Dushku
Cat Carty: Anna Chlumsky
Rob Murphy: Paulo Costanzo
Kalam, Saif & Tipu: The guy from Van Wilder and two other random Bollywood actors

I figure that covers the people who have occupied the most of my time in the last few months. Anybody who's been overlooked... well I've either forgotten you or deliberately overlooked you so... meh, my bad I suppose. Claire Danes will also star, as herself.

Basic Plot: Basically it's the story of one guy (me as it happens) trying to sort himself out after college. I have no idea how it's gonna end yet but as I'm thinking quite seriously of moving after Christmas that might not be a bad place to finish up. Other than that expect lots of football and music, plenty of bizarre conversations with Niall (just there as we serached the IMDB we were staggered by how well 'Runaway Bride' did in the US box office. Horribly, horribly well), not enough kissing (boo to Apple computers) and some sleeping and work to round things off. As you can imagine this ain't gonna be no big action flick, I'll probably just nick the best bits of 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind', 'Vanilla Sky' and 'Donnie Darko'.

The Soundtrack: This is gonna be a bit of a split thingy, about half of it will be reasonably bouncy emo/garage punk/metal type stuff and the other half a more sedate type of thing. As a selfish fucker I'm also going to include two of my own songs. The theme tune to the whole thing is gonna be 'Sometime to Return' by Soul Asylum.

1. 'Sometime to Return' - Soul Asylum
2. 'A Praise Chorus' - Jimmy Eat World
3. 'No More Lies' - My Pet Giraffe
4. 'Last Train Home' - lostprophets
5. 'My Reminder' - The Beautiful Mistake
6. 'When I Argue I See Shapes' - Idlewild
7. 'Happiness Is All The Rage' - The Promise Ring
8. 'So Much For The Afterglow' - Everclear
9. 'Born For Me' - Paul Westerberg
10. 'Places That Are Gone' - Tommy Keene
11. 'Remember To Breath' - Dashboard Confessional
12. 'No Promise Have I Made' - Husker Du
13. 'Lavender Love' - My Pet Giraffe
14. 'Mean To Me' - Crowded House
15. 'Lovesong' - The Cure
16. 'When It's All Over We Still Have To Clear Up' - Snow Patrol
17. 'Just A Day' - Feeder
18. 'Back Home' - Yellowcard

Alright, I'm about to wrap things up for the day but before I do here's a few quick, non-movie related thoughts.

1. Don brought home a stray dog some night last week and slept with it on the kitchen floor. Good for him!
2. I was supposed to be with Kitt today (though Niall is a worthy substitute in all ways but one) but because of the fuckers at Apple computers in Cork it's not happening. :-(
3. I have no work for the next two days and I now have nothing to do with my time.
4. I'm hungry so I must go eat.
5. There's a song that comes on at work about hotels in California. It has nothing to do with The Eagles (thankfully) or even the lesser known song of the same name by Nerf Herder. If anybody has any idea what I'm talking about please tell me...

Laters...

"Keep on pretending that heavens worth the waiting, keep on pretending that we're alright" - 'Pretending' - HIM

Alright, I'm back from my exile in Bruff with an Argentinian away football shirt as a reward for my trial (quote from Niall, "I prefer Brazil". He would! :-p) Anyway we left the Shels - Lille match at half-time cos Shels were brutal and losing 2-0 and decided to check our mail instead. And as hotmail isn't working I'm doing my blog instead. Niall has just gone through a doorway into a room that we suspect to be a toilet... we've been coming to this net place for months and had nowhere to pee so it's a big moment! :-)

Anyway, Niall also complained that there were no weekly awards (I'm glad that somebody cares anyway!) so I've decided to replace them with monthly awards instead. This suits everybody really cos it's less work for me and hopefully you people will appreciate them a bit more! And Niall has just confirmed that it is in fact a toilet. Good to know.

I'm back to work tomorrow. At 8am which is a bad bad thing indeed so I'm not smiling about that. 8-5 tomorrow, 5-10 on Saturday night and 8-5 again on Sunday which is more than I like to work in three days (hell it's as much as I like to work in a week!). And I probably won't get Monday off like usual because I wanna get Thursday and Friday off to go to Cork. To catch up with a few people and possibly buy a Screeching Weasel album (though this plan may be effected by the fact that 'Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless Mind' is being released on Monday according to Niall and I wanna get that). Depending on availability of people and cash and work I'll either crash out in a B & B again or else take advantage of one of my friends for a bed/couch/nice bit of floor. We shall just have to see.

I'm gonna finish now because Niall and myself have just hatched a nefarious scheme. Mwah ha ha... text if you're curious. :-)

Be good peoples

“You can’t put your arms around a memory” – ‘You can’t put your arms around a memory’ – Johnny Thunders

Ok, so I’ve kinda abandoned my Blog of late and as a consequence there’s probably nobody listening anyway. Listening??? Sorry, reading. In part this is due to the fact that I am exiled in Bruff for a week. Babysitting my kid sister while my Mum is on holidays in Spain. Nice for her. Less so for me. There’s not a lot to do in Bruff. Though I’ve played a hell of a lot of Championship Manager and The Sims in the last couple of days. Championship Manager couldn’t be going much better. I’m in my second season managing Limerick. First season went well, I won the First Division and reached the Munster Senior Cup final. This season though I’m currently sitting prettily on top of the Premier Division some two-thirds of the way through things and I’ve already won both the League Cup and the Munster Senior Cup. Sadly I just got knocked out in the last eight of the FAI Cup, dashing my hopes of a domestic quadruple. I would imagine that Niall, Don and possibly Bob have all made an impressed noise by now while the rest of you are scratching your heads at the last few sentences. The Sims are also going pretty well for everybody in my neighbourhood except for myself. I put myself into the game first and because I hadn’t played the game in ages I made my house way bigger than I should have with the result that I couldn’t decorate it all. So there’s still grass floors in a few rooms, I’ve only now managed to paint all the walls and I’m eating out of a microwave because I accidentally destroyed my oven when a fire started. Living in such a gloomy state means my little Sim hovers on the edge of full-blown depression (I had to sell my TV so I wouldn’t starve at one point) so promotion is a near impossibility and he keeps refusing the proposals of the hot neighbour who has her own fully-furnished house just waiting for him to move in… So that might need some work.

Anyway, my real life clearly needs a little work too because it’s starting to invert itself at such a horrible rate that I’m getting disoriented. I mean, somebody who doesn’t really care about me anymore is getting upset because I don’t think that we should hang out and somebody who apparently likes me is showing the type of distant behaviour usually associated with people who… well with people who don’t care much for me. And because I’m stuck out here in this rural purgatory I feel a bit out of the loop. Many many kudos are due to Trev for helping to keep me sane by actually ringing today and even driving out here the other day as well. Nobody else (and I mean nobody) is even answering my texts. At this rate I’m starting to wonder if they’re even delivering or if there’s been some horrible, slanderous story about me doing the rounds in civilisation that hasn’t quite made it out here yet. And hopefully it won’t because I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the warm reception my one-time townsfolk have given me these last few days. Good for them! :-p

Man, what else to say? I’ve written a bit more of Jessica Suicide, my story/book/thingy that is kinda maybe taking a little bit of shape. I’m not sleeping very well either for some unfathomable reason. I’ve had somebody else accuse me of having no ambition or short-term goals and another tell me that I’m not wasting my life (admittedly they’re probably just feeling guilty). The truth, as ever, is probably somewhere in the middle! :-D

I could go on at some length but I’m conscious of the fact that I’m only gonna run up my Mum’s phone bill so I’ll just finish up by saying that I’m still trying to just live for today. I’m bored of trying to look into the future and figure it out. It’s the here and now that’s important and overall I’m not dissatisfied with my lot (though I wanna clarify a few things before I commit to that opinion). However I’m still thinking that after Christmas it might be time for a move. I might go to Cork where I can hang out with Keith, Eanna, both Niamh’s, Katherine, Sarah, Gary and Kitt. I might go to Galway where there’s… well just Rob really but what the hell right? Or else maybe a little farther afield to London (Joanne and the Switch girls) or Glasgow (Derek and Liz). Or maybe to somewhere totally different. Might even go sprawl out at the Dad’s place in Spain for a while.

What odds on me not going anywhere though? :-/

'Your ass like Jesus' feet, worth kissing' - 'A Moment of Clarity' - Therapy?

Hmmm... once more for some reason I'm totally unable to make any kind of formatting changes here.. oh well, anyway. Today you will doubtless be pleased to know that I have recovered my good mood despite (or perhaps because of) an accident at work which resulted in part of the ceiling collapsing on my head. Even though it's been nearly 24 hours since this happened I think I'm still a bit groggy so I will probably be far more truthful today than I usually am.

I'm just outta work which was crazy busy cos all the students from the college that housed me for the last five years are back today. So many, many of them were in about the shop, including the inagural winner of my villian of the week award (if I recall correctly that is) but happily it didn't really bother me at all. Anyway, I'm bot gonna stay for long because happily Dave T has bought The Sims 2 and invited me to go play. Yay!

On a more negative note I got 10 hours work tomorrow and then Wednesday morning too before I go into exile in Bruff for a week. But still I'm happy again. :-)

Laters my ever diminshing flock.

"May you rot in heaven" - 'New World' - Soul Asylum

Today I was gonna talk some crap about if my life was actually a sit-com and then get into my weekly awards but because I'm in an unexplainable whore of a mood I really could not be bothered.

I mean, I just feel so bloody uncomfortable and kinda pissed off with everything and nothing. I can think of a few small reasons for this sorta thing but the fact that I have work in a few hours and Limerick's toothless display in their 2-1 defeat to Dundalk yesterday shouldn't really be able to do this sorta thing to me. I haven't had a really bad day in ages now and I gotta say that I hadn't missed them. Now, I just wish this day was over already, what I wouldn't give for it to be 10PM so I can leave work, go home, go to bed and try to sleep my way outta this malaise. In fact fatigue is probably a factor in my mood. I'm tired as fuck, in fact I dunno why I even got up earlier, I shoulda stayed in bed until like 4.20, rolled outta bed and gotten into work at 5. Hopefully I'll be off work tomorrow and if so I think I'll stay in bed all day and do nothing more strenuous than watch a few DVDs. Whatever man.

I haven't actually written in this for a few days and a few bits and pieces have happened that I'd normally prattle on about at some length but today I just really could not be bothered. I feel that my blog is running outta life here folks... :-/

Anyway, best of luck to My Pet Giraffe guitarist 'Evil' Dave Ryan who's heading to Chester for a year to study. The zoo will be less enjoyable without him.

"I don't wanna be an asshole anymore" - 'The Last Time Again' - Lit

Hello little people whose names I can't be bothered reciting. I am in a really, really good mood. Despite a couple of moderately shit things happening. Well one moderately shit thing anyway. Basically I lost a day of work which means that I'm gonna be down 35euro a week which I really can't afford and if I can't get some dole to substantiate my meagre earnings (though apparently I can) then I am gonna be a poor little camper for a while. It's not much consolation that pretty much everybody has lost hours because our new management are trying to streamline operations to a crazy level. We'll have to see how it plays out. As a result of this though, capitalism is an early contender for Villian of the Week in my awards.

Today I lazed around cos I can't afford to do much else but fortunately I bumped into Damien while he was teaching people how to drive so I just hung about with him for a few hours. Damien's probably my favourite person who's taller than me in the whole wide world.

Anyways, I'm in a talkative sorta mood so I is just gonna opine about crap for a little bit. This will either interest you greatly or not at all (almost certainly the latter). I'm gonna talk about what it means to be happy though I'm gonna have to hurry a bit cos Trev just called and he's gonna be here in 10 minutes or so. Anyway, happiness is the metaphorical bomb that people talk about. It's excellent to be totally blunt. And it works in different ways for different people. I've lost the thread of this already but I'm going to keep going regardless. I've kinda managed to concoct something approaching a plan for the future again. That's half the battle, just having some sorta purpose in your life. I've managed to lower my regret count to one which isn't bad for 23 and a half years of life right? I've gotten something appraoching desire again, I feel like I've got stuff to look forward to in the short, medium and long terms. I am in a good place and it's for a variety of reasons. I've learned first hand that it doesn't pay to put all your eggs into one basket. But I've also learned that scars fade with time and that human nature allows us to rise again from disaster and pick ourselves up to start over again. People, music, football, movies, more people and more music are the main components of my life. Somebody told me the other day that I'd been really good to them and it warmed my soul. Knowing that I sometimes make a difference is enough in many respects and there's so much that I might manage to pull off along the way to keep me interested anyway.

A big thank you to you all, those who have hurt me and those who have healed me. You have helped to make me who I am.

And before I forget a big Darspeak welcome to Mr.Ross O'Donoghue who has become the latest person to throw their lot into the metaphorical zoo that is My Pet Giraffe. May the journey be long, joyous and full of kisses.

"I wanna always feel like part of this was mine, I wanna fall in love tonight" - 'A Praise Chorus' - Jimmy Eat World

Well after a comparatively lengthy gap Darspeak returns. I shall first give a brief synopsis to explain my disappearance before looking at things in a little more detail and time permitting giv a belated version of Dar's weekly awards. So here's what happened, on Friday morning I headed down to Cork and spent the day with Kitt. And we stayed in Cork for the night so I hung about with her some more on Saturday. Then after she went home I had hours and hours to kill by myself before I met up with Rob for the Munster-Connacht match after which myself and Rob drove back to Limerick at some unGodly hour, I chatted to Don for a while cos he's moving out today sadly and then myself and Rob came down town to get some breakfast, he went home and I came into a net place to write this.

So, anyways, I might as well talk about Cork some more. I bought the Dashboard Confessional live album. I stayed in the same B&B that I stayed in a coupla years ago when I got stranded in Cork for the night after heading down to see somebody in hospital and discovering first hand how crap public transport is in this country. I bumped into Brian Patwell who I hadn't seen since May. I had a banana and a muffin for dinner on Friday. I watched some of Cruel Intentions and two episodes of The Simpsons with Kitt. Overall I had a lot of fun with Kitt who makes me laugh sometimes and smile lots. She appeared to like her little present. I appeared to like her hair. Actually, I did like her hair. And her eyes. We sat at the bus-stop in the rain. I left after she got her bus. She texted a coupla minutes later and called me back cos her bus was full. We got something to eat and then went back to the bus-stop. She got her bus this time. I went to the cinema myself. Watched 'The Terminal'. Which isn't bad apart for a decidedly sickly sweet ending. I bought a Spiderman comic and walked out to Musgrave Park. Got their absurdly early. Rob on the other hand, got there rather late. Late enough for me to have read my comic, eaten some junk food and paid into the ground for Munster Vs. Connacht. Where despite my Munster background and address I found myself rooting for Connacht. For a number of reasons. Munster are dirty. Especially the Scottish guy. Also they attract a massive percentage of tossers to their support and I have no desire to be affiliated with such a motley crew of skangers, snobs and bandwagon jumpers. Connacht are the underdogs too. Much like my beloved Limerick FC. Anyway the match was a draw. 27-27. Connacht got robbed.

Anyway before I get to my awards I wanna give a special mention to Don. Who's moving out today. :-( He complains that I never say anything nice about him here so I hope he reads this. Don man, you've been an absolute pleasure to share a house with and out of all the people I've lived with I've probably been closest to you. Obviously we both had our shit to deal with in the last year but I know that you certainly helped me a lot and I hope I did the same for you. Basically you've seen my at my very, very lowest and very, very worst and didn't turn away. That means a lot. You are a truly excellent friend. Anyway, before I get maudlin let's go to:

Dar's Weekly Awards III

Person of the week: The one and only Kitt takes this award and deservedly so after spending a full, unbroken 26 hours or so with me and not screaming once. Which is quite a feat. She's cool. :-)
Honourable mentions: Rob, Niall

Villian of the week: The Referee in last night's match who found 10 minutes injury time and denied poor Connacht a first win over Munster in 18 years.

Day of the week: Friday/Saturday kinda ran together and shall be treated as one super day that easily wins this award.

Invisible Man of the week: Niall even though I saw hime a few times. Bu our own horribly high standards we saw very little of each other this week.

The I can't believe you're still alive person of the week: Rob cos I hadn't seen him in a coupla months until yesterday and he's still great. Good for you Rob!

The Phone person of the week: Kitt, as ever is by far and way in a league of her own in this field. This also makes her the first person to win two awards in one week!

Band of the week: Dashboard Confessional retain this mostly on the strength of their live unplugged album which will probably be a staple of my stereo this week.
Honourable mentions: Blink 182

Workmate of the week: Kalam wins this again by a whisker for just being himself and raising huge sums of money for the less fortunate in Bangladesh.

"I heard from someone that you wish you could set things right between us, well I guess I should have heard of that from you" - 'The Best Deceptions' - Dashboard Confessional

This entry is more in the nature of an experiment because for some reason my last entry isn't appearing on the mainpage of my blog. Oh, it's in the September archive if anybody wants to read it that badly but for some bizarre reason the entry from Sunday retains pole position. Perhaps the nice people at Blogspot just like Funeral For A Friend.

Well in the name of putting something up here I'm gonna throw up a few quotes that I've always liked to take up some space...

1. 'Not one of the creatures of blood can escape death. We all face it, and succumb to it. It follows us like a dark shadow. Yet, if we live in terror of it, then we do not live at all. Yes we are born alone, and yes we will die alone. But in between, we live. We know joy.' - David Gemmell - 'The Sword in the Storm'
2. 'We are not enemies, but friends... Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.'- Abraham Lincoln
3. 'Childhood's over the minute you realise you're gonna die.' - Top Dollar - 'The Crow'
4. 'Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around'- Sofia Serrano - 'Vanilla Sky'
5. 'First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village, but the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have reproductive organs under those little white pants. That's what's so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. What's the point of living if you don't have a dick?' - Donnie Darko - 'Donnie Darko'
6. 'I said, uh, the great thing about M.J. is when you look in her eyes, and she's looking back in yours, everything feels not quite normal, because you feel stronger, and weaker at the same time. You feel excited, and at the same time, terrified. The truth is you don't know what you feel, except you know what kind of man you want to be. It's as if you've reached the unreachable, and you weren't ready for it.' - Peter Perker - 'Spiderman
7. 'On the self-abuse front -- and this is important -- I don't think it's advisable to do it in the shower. It wastes water and electricity and because we all expect you to be doing it there in any case. And, not on... under the linen... Well... Anyway, if you're worried about anything at all, just feel free to ask and we'll look it up.' - Jim Hood - 'The Ice Storm'

That'll do for now, like I said this is all basically an experiment anyways...

"It's funny how everything was roses when we held on to the guns" - 'Breakdown' - Guns N'Roses

Ok, it's been a few days since I wrote in this and can you believe that a few people actually complained??? Darspeak has become an important part of some people's daily routine it seems. However to keep quality levels up the powers that be here at Darspeak, well me actually, have decided against daily episodes. What can I say, I guess I'm just too boring a person to pull off this daily thing. The only problem is that I'm probably going to forget stuff that's happened in the previous couple of days.

Also before I go any further, I should warn you all that my weekly awards will be delayed this week from their usual Friday position. Until Saturday at the earliest. And more likely Sunday. This is because I am heading to Cork on Friday. And also on Saturday. Once to see my blue-haired bunny Kitt and get the live Dashboard Confessional album (Friday) and then the following day I'm accompanying Rob back to Ireland's dirtiest city (officially this is so) to watch a rugby match with him. And no I'm not sure who's playing but whatever, it should be fun anyways. I'm also thinking about adding an award, "The I can't believe they're still alive" award for people who have turned up after a long absence from my life.

Anyway, things are pretty quite at the moment. It's just work and Darcrap to be honest (Darcrap comprising the futuristic wrestling card game, playing bass at levels that annoy the new neighbours, watching DVDs, taking the odd run and sprawling out on the bed listening to music amongst other things). Let's examine some of the Darcrap a little more specifically shall we?The wrestling card game is called Champions of the Galaxy and hell it keeps me entertained. My current champions are Mayhem, Lance At-Las, The Ultimate Gladiators (Brute & Massacre), Brute, Wolf, Star Warrior and The Greek Gods (Actagon & Proteus). Only Niall and Brian will have any idea what I'm babbling about now, the rest of you have probably got a sort of slightly perplexed expression on your faces. Actually, I couldn't be arsed going through the rest of my crap, it's pretty self-explanatory after all! :-p

I had work last night but the time flew so that was ok, same story again tonight and hopefully it'll go just as fast. Bob better come back in tonight to, I got my chess groove back by beating Niall with some ease the other night and I fancy continuing my renaissance about the currently teetotal one. Actually I think Bob should get one of those signs like they have outside nuclear plants in cartoons and comedies that say "XX days since last accident" except Bob's would say "XX days since last failed attempt at sobriety" or something like that.

I is gonna make tracks I think, for the last few days I have been meaning to lapse back into the kinda psycho-analytical crap that I so enjoy but I haven't gotten around to it. Soon. Perhaps.Anyways,I'm away cos Niall has arrived.

"And I'm nothing more than a line in your book" - 'Juneau' - Funeral for A Friend

Hi, back again after a coupla days off (well yesterday anyway) and I do have a few things vaguely worth talking about that came outta Bob's party on Friday night.

1. Don should never be allowed to drink. He gets argumentative and talks a lot of crap and trys to pick fights and makes the most nonsensical arguments I've ever had the misfortune to have to listen to.
2. Bob should never be allowed to drink. He gets argumentative and... well, fuck there's no point in me beating around the bush here. Bob gets argumentative and over emotional and a bit gay to be honest. And I love you to bits Bob but where in the name of God did that shirt come from? :-p
3. Niall can drink if he likes. He gets a bit louder but that's all. In fact the other two could do with taking drunk lessons from him! :-)
4. If you squeeze 8 people into Trev's car and drive around the ass end of county Limerick for about 45 minutes tempers will become frayed. This is the fault of Don and Don alone.

That said overall Bob's party was kinda fun. There were some rather nice people there that I hadn't seen in a while and stuff so yay! Happy birthday Bob!

Ok what else, I was moved more than I thought I would be by the whole fiasco in Russia. It's just not right to use kids like that. When I was heading papers at work last night there was a picture on the front of 'The Daily Mail' (horrible xenophobic paper by the way) of a girl of about 9 or 10 I'd say. This kid was been carried outta school in her underwear with blood all over and her eyes were just so, so haunted that it really caught me. I brought the picture home and anytime I feel like whining about my crap I'll look at it. This little girl will probably never be ok again. And I think I got problems? *Dar gently rebukes himself*

On happier news I'm heading back to Cork this Friday. In part to try and get the MTV live Dashboard Confessional album and in part to hang with Vercetti (probably better known to readers of this Blog as Kitt). I'm vaguely hopeful that it won't pour with rain this time too! :-)

I'm also off work tomorrow and I have no plans at all for that. Oh well, there's worse things than a day a nothingness (and I should no cos I've had plenty of nothingness in the last few months).

So long for now kids

Stay happy.