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[23 Oct 2003|09:35am] |
Yes it's the return, the return of all things Young. They're back today, and to be honest, i have missed them big time. There's been a calmness and serenity about the Bell, but also, you do really miss Ian's shouting and grimacing humour. And i definately miss Aleks.
Des is in here, i know what he's going to do. He's had food, so now it's a quick scratching of the couch, after which he'll resort to the measure of shitting in the other room. Just to be let out. Wanker.
It was a nice evening last night, in the end. Bolb and I. Started off really fucking lethargic, possibly due to Punch the cat crushing the life out of me with his bulk. But we had some drinks and laughs with Gordinski. We're all going out soon. Hopefully.
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[23 Oct 2003|03:46pm] |
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Counsellor appointment in half an hour. Villagephotos is working again, for reasons that are as baffling to me as it going barnpot earlier. I don't know shit about bandwith.
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[23 Oct 2003|04:10pm] |
The weather scatters itself generously at my feet. I'm enjoying this cold spell, i can move my bones freely. It is a whole different experience to the crushing humidity of the months most recent.
I really have to get the weekend girls sorted out. I have to swap 'em over, but i can't get through to Lucy. Bloody hell. There's only twenty four hours for me to get hold of her and i'm busy enough as it is.
Still, my holiday looms, which is not altogether something of excitement. I have little to do; i can't afford to visit Mr Burton, and little else to occupy me. But hey! Bolb and I are going to visit a nightclub, something I have not done for many a month. Weekends, yes i remember them.
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