bulk :: 15st 9
gym visits :: 3
I am too fat to blog.
Also, I’m working too hard. For the government. I’m a government man.
Also, I’m trying to sort out things for the move well in advance and yet still I’m being provoked to impotent fury by the criminals that are Virgin Media. I’m not going to take this lying down, you fuckers.
Also, I am mourning the loss of my coat, which I left in a taxi on Wednesday night. £200, gone in the winking of an eye. Of course I’ve reported the coat as lost and they said they’re looking into it, but really, what are the chances? Bah. Serves me right for trying to impress Morag by splurging on a taxi.
Also, I’m going to Brighton for a few days and I need to prepare myself.
Also, my stomach is still hurting and I have a pain in my left testicle.
Also, everything is just too weird at the moment. Honestly. Life is too weird.
So tell me, what are you up to this weekend? I like it when you tell me. It makes me feel somehow connected to the rest of the world. Also, it’s like a snapshot of the whole cockeyed carnival that is life. I like it.
I’m going to Brighton and I’m going to meet some of Morag’s friends.
That'll be fun.
What about you? Anything nice?