a great voice...

Johnny Cash has died. A big hug to brighter_days, who I know was a big fan of his.

Right up to the night

12.29. Lunch break is about to begin. Time to update. What is going on? Not much. Went home last night and played Zelda for a while. Ate pasta with Tuna/tomato sauce for dinner. Drank herbal tea with last drops of honey. Drank proper earl grey tea afterwards. Watched Help me Rhona!: she's a life doctor. She failed miserably to help this lady unclutter her house. Turned off television and read Quebecois novel by Michel Tremblay for a while. Kevin wanted to talk about what we are doing with our lives; I wasn't in the mood. Spoke to Karla: she left for Amsterdam today, for the weekend. She already knew which coffee shop she was going to spend her days. I doubt she'll remember much of the trip. She is staying at the "Flying Pig" hostel. I stayed there once.

In the middle of the night, the guy sleeping beside me started shouting: somebody had broken into his locker and stolen his passport.

Suddenly, I was fast asleep. Remember Kevin asking me to get under cover, and the lights going out.

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I've joined the best community in the world:

dachshunds

if you have a sausage dog aswell, you should join. They are, after all, the best breed in the world.

FUCK FUCK FUCK

I've just realised that I've made a major mistake at work...

Monday morning: I'm dead.