In a good mood today, for some reason that happens a lot when I wake up slightly hungover. It takes a lot less to make me happy - this probably just means that I have become more stupid and if I carry on I will soon be the sort of person who looks forward to spending the night in front of the telly.

You don't know Helen. You don't know me. I like it this way.

In fact, I have a feeling that this is going to be one of the sparsest, most impersonal bloggers that you could hope not to find. It might be interesting to try and put in as little distinguishing information in as possible, leaving everything entirely abstract and theoretical.

This is probably just as well, because much of what might be worth writing is too personal for its own good. Either that or it would be bad career-wise. That was a close one. I nearly let some information loose there.

Fuck a duck.

I remember now, it was actually a pig.

I haven't posted here since Friday because I have had better things to do like watch Interceptor with Annabel Whatsherface. Twice. When you're ill, you're allowed to do stuff like that.

It has occured to me that Blogger is a big pile of shit. Helen is waiting to use a computer, so I am not gonna waste more of someone nice's time doing shite like this.

Today has consisted of:

> coughing lots.
> watching lots of adverts for homeowner (not for long) loans.
> playing civilization 2. Which quickly got boring.
> wondering why I can think of nothing to do.

and most distressingly of all:

> wishing I was at work.

There was a program on about how the USA almost launched a war because of a sheep or something, but I somehow missed that part. I think this set the tone for the day.

Tomorrow, I have to go to Essex. They can have some of my germs.