My sister-in-law came over tonight and we ate Indian food. I cooked it myself from scratch, including crushing my own spices, and it wasn't a disgusting pile of inedible slop, so I was happy. So happy that I rang for an Indian takeaway to celebrate. Then we drank two bottles of Russian vodka (K bought them for a mere euro each) and now I am so drunk I am almost blind. This entry will be short as I keep getting sick on the keyboard. It's slippy now.

Today I was rooting through an old box of possessions. It was a box that I keep hidden under the sink. This is because it is too important to throw away and yet not important enough to be incorporated into my daily life. I am reconsidering my life's ethics in relation to the preservation of unusable and uninteresting personal items from the pasht, as they say in Sligo. Anyway, I came across an interesting little plastic thing. It looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place its function in my memory. Small, fairly flat, with two holes in the centre. It was filled with some kind of ribbon, and clattered when dropped. Next to the plastic thing, I found some kind of electronic device, with a cavity that fitted the little plastic thing. So I placed one inside the other, plugged it in and pressed buttons. My reward was the crooning of Sheryl Crow's first musical release. What a reward it was! Life is just one big jigsaw, innit? as they say in Sligo.

Meh, I am too lazy for all this. And did you see I was nominated for blogging awards? What tard did that? I'm not going to no fancy gig in no fancy hotel with a bunch of geeks. No way. What's this nonsense all about then eh?

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