everyone is so sad, like this aura of melancholy just descended on everyone. maybe it was the weather, but i think it has roots way back before you can remember. the weather just made you reasses your life and feel kinda futile. and it sux that that happened but lets be honest, everyone needs some existential angst once in a while. and if its more serious -depression perhaps? - then fear not for the doctors do say that there is a gene (or missing bit) that makes some people more susceptible to depression and mental illness than others. ah, the burden of responsibility for your failings has been removed.

other things the newspapers have taught me:
journalists - especially opinion piece writers - are the most bigoted, sensationalising monarchy loving tory brown nosing futile pointscoring lack of copyediting self righteous lefty baiting cunts. u can tell reading all the dailys is having a profound effect on my life.

a seagull dropped a pigeon it had killed right in front of kate when she was cycling home narrowly missing her head. a seagull dropped a pigeon it had killed on the head of some guy who wrote in to the papers. laurenec watched a seagull die. theres some kind of natural justice there.

andy stayed over. this resulted in him forcibly keeping me awake. thats just rude man. and i REALLY HATE people blowing raspberries on my stomach. tired this morning after not enough sleep i accompanied my father on the weekly trip to tescos, stocked up on soya milk and humous, and cooked a chicken roast for andy and pater on my return. then i went for coffee with some friends of his (and kind of of mine too) and trotted home to start reading yesterdays papers that i hadnt read cos andy is a distracting little bastard (in a lovable way yknow..). so i appear to be the only one awake in my house right now, and i really should be the only one in bed right now.

i have too much work to do.

remember those filofax things? werent they the grossest?

procrastination ends here.
jess