"We live to regret it, and we're trying to forget it," - 'How Does It Feel?' - The Galactic Cowboys

Hello, people who actually read this. I am rather tired because I fell into bed at some absurd hour last night and then I went and got up early as well so I could check my mail and do the net thing before work (at 1). So if I appear cranky and even less focused than usual so be it. Anyway, a few things of note happened.

First of all routine deepened. This really means that myself, Niall and Bob played chess and a little Playstation 2 last night. It's getting to be a bit monotonous especially cos I decimated all in my path again. Go me! To break things up a little though myself and Niall are going to the cinema tonight. Probably to see 'King Arthur'. And we went out for a while last night. Firstly with my Dad and one of his mates where we didn't pay for anything. Then we went to a more youthful pub where we bumped into Liz and Isabel and the night proceeded along usual lines (*edit: somebody took offence at what I'd written here... * and we all end up in a 'friendly' discussion/argument that's always only seconds away from kicking off).

Though in happier news there's now a good chance that 'Ok', the piano song could be back on the agenda for the My Pet Giraffe thing. And on a related note, I almost changed the bands name last week. To 'My Internet Romance' but I kinda like what I have.

And finally somebody totally thrashed my story. I think it's just because they're too old/grown-up/conformist/boring to deal with the fact that it's not totally linear but still! I was hopeful that they'd provide useful criticism but well... they didn't really...

Anyway, in the interests of not rabbiting on like a loon I'm gonna wave goodbye for now.