Sometimes I bore myself stupid.

For example, this week I've spent far too much time thinking about stuff again and not getting on with the world. I've been really very tired yet unable to rest and I've a cockingly busy day tomorrow at work.

In order to make myself more tired and to take my mind off things I did something I now regret. I watched Spiderman 3. It is utter shite.

Utter. Shite. So angry was I at the fact I bought it at £13.99 that I stuffed my face with GU dessert and then chatted to a friend online.

This is what my life has come to. My blog is suffering. No worldly discussions tonight, just tiredness and lethargy. My brain is zonked but my heart is pumping.

Sleep, fat boy, sleep.