The hair straighteners breaking isn't a complete surprise, as I have had them more than five years, but the watch is annoying as I've only had it one and I got it checked and it's not the battery that's stopped working. I fear I'm regressing back to my adolescence, where watches and clocks used to go a bit mental with me - stopping for no reason and I remember one digital clock I had began displaying letters rather than numbers. Maybe that explains the lightbulbs too and I'm just, for some reason, emitting some magnetic energy. I reckon I should check whether I glow in the dark when I go to bed tonight - it could be a case for Mulder and Scully.

The cardigan was my own stupidity but it's the second one I've lost in the space of two weeks! I wouldn't mind so much only it's meant to turn cold so soon I will most likely be wandering around shivering resulting in my doing an unintentional impression of a maraca. Some days I wish I was a bit more hairy as it'd certainly keep the chill out.

As for the barrister? Well, he is henceforth to be known as Mr Cunt QC so that solves that little problem nicely.

Ah, that's got all the moaning out of the way.

Oh, I lie! I drove up to Gaz's last Friday, as a detour on my trip home for the weekend and got stuck in a mile-long traffic jam. It's annoying, but you just have to grit your teeth and get on with it, really. Or, if you're the girl passenger in the car in front, START GIVING THE DRIVER A BLOW JOB IN FRONT OF MY FUCKING FACE! Agggh. It was awful, I felt like I was being forced to watch a porno as she alternated between servicing her male companion with her mouth and hand. Some things really should be kept private. You have no idea how relieved I was when the back window finally steamed up and then when it de-misted they kissed and had a cigarette. Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase 'sex trafficking'. SHUD-DER.

Apart from those little matters things have been good. I spent Friday night with Gaz, played Guitar Hero World Tour with my Stevenage chums on Saturday and had dinner with the 'rents on Sunday before jumping on a train straight after work on Monday to stay with Gaz again. And it's the weekend yet again tomorrow. Hoo-fucking-ray for that.

It's my own personal challenge to not break/lose anything this weekend. I'm going back to Stevenage again though, as I left my car there and it has its MoT on Saturday and unfortunately I'm quite sure there is many a thing wrong with it. I can be but hopeful.

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