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Banzai. How good is that programme? The creator deserves an award for being a fucking genius.

My parental units are redecorating the living room this week. So I was stripping wall paper yesterday. Something my shoulders are now loving me for. At least I think pain is thier way of saying thank you.

But I am getting money to go out on Fiday. Which is nice.

I need a job. I need money. My shopping list is huge at the moment. It includes:
Amnesiac by Radiohead,
Johnathan David by Belle & Sebastian,
Blank tapes,
Blank videos,
Crouching Tger, Hidden Dragon on DVD,
an Arrogant Worms cd,
Charlie Says… by Lanre Fehintola (book),
Far Afield by Susanna Kaysen,
a decent Go set,
a decent backgammon set,
some aida and threads for cross-stitch
and a few other things.

I’m feeling a bit down at the moment, but more on that in another entry. I’m thinking of dedicating at least one entry to depression.

Short but sweet.

Oh, almost forgot. My mum found some passport photos of me yesterday. They are about six months out of date (I still have my beard) but I’m thinking of scanning one in and posting it in a future entry. What do you think? Should I help to keep mice out of this diary?