Sunday, September 6, 2009

Trampled Underfoot.

'Lo all.

Hurm.

Today is Father's day. Hope Beardman enjoyed himself.

I have spent far too long locked in shed finishing psych tasksheets. At the moment I only have one question to go. Gorram Clemmo has put too many questions that need extensive, complicated answers. And this last question requires me to put three of them in together, and then answer more questions. I dunno. Last one though, then it's just revision for the rest of psych.

Downloaded live Portishead and some Aphex Twin last night. Does anyone else like this stuff? Oh well.

Not particularly happy at the moment. Meh.

Tomorrow is bloody Monday. I want to sleep more. Sick of this. Can't wait for holidays.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

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