Tinned fruit, shellsuits and alcohol
11.11.05, 2:05 pm

I'm really sorry - I didn't get up until half eleven this morning, and consequently missed the two minutes silence. Although, I guess if I was asleep I was kind've observing it, albeit in a half-assed way.

Just got back from the gym, and I definately did too much. Any moving activity has to be done very slowly, else my legs are likely to just wobble and die. Still, I'm in the best shape that I've ever been (the best I can remember, anyway), so I think it's all paying off. I've also starting to become addicted to tinned fruit (don't worry, I'm still addicted to Ribena), in an attempt to get near that bastarding 5 a day thing. I managed 3 yesterday! I'm such a loser!

Anyway, some stupid twat (ie. me) infected my computer with spyware (trying to convert a trial version to a full version with a crack), and so I've been trying to get rid of it for the past two days. It's off now, thank god, but I got quite scared when I did a Xoftspy scan and saw that it'd picked up a trojan, several registration key changes and a frickin' worm. I'm such a dick sometimes. Thankfully nothing's been lost, although I'm sure the housekids probably all think I got it downloading porn or something.

I was incredibly tired last night, but I do remember telling Zoe that I'd wear a shellsuit and take a picture for her. The last time I wore a shellsuit was [insert suitably large number] years ago, and if I remember correctly me and my sister had matching ones. God, I was just the HEIGHT of fashion in those days. Boys just weren't safe. I remember I used to love mine, because it meant I'd go down the slide faster. Excuse me whilst I go wave to those days of innocence.

We're off to the dog racing tonight at Hillsborough, to celebrate the birth of Mel (she was actually 21 on the 6th, but who's counting?). I'm off alcohol at the moment, for obvious reasons, so blatantly I'll get stuck sorting out the drunken angst that is bound to happen, as this house can never plan an event without someone having angst. I don't think Rich is going, which is probably a good thing. He texted me last night saying "You awake? Just been out with my course mate... very drunk. But now very bored. What you up to?" and then tried to ring me, but luckily my phone was on silent and I was asleep. I think the next time we both get drunk, either together or simultaneously, we've had it. God, I'm such a whore. I shall tried my hardest to never be drunk around him again.

Dave's just turned up and I still haven't had a shower yet, so I've told him to go downsairs and that I'll be down in ten minutes. I'd really prefer just to go to bed.

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