Right so I started to type and realise that within about 15 words I’m on about work stuff. Not good. There is lots going on and the next couple of weeks should be *fun* and thet is all and indeed more than I should really say. It is gonna be pretty quiet and we have some long lunches planned with pool being a leading contender for wasting away an afternoon or two.

Next week, I’m in work for Monday and Tuesday and then off work until the following Tuesday. I have some holidays left to use up or I loose them. I must remember to bring the cd burner home so I can actually format my laptop and start it all again.

Headed out after work, not feeling the best, to the pub for a catch up with a couple of people. Last night was the end of year party which to be quite honest I wasn’t all that bothered about missing. I had thought about not going anyway. However by all accounts a very good night was had by all and it was well worth attending. Damn, always next year I guess. Anyways stayed out for a couple of hours, drinking coke and not actually feeling that bad. Just chatted and caught up about some stuff which was good. Headed home around 8ish and realised I was starving and hadn’t eaten all day. Hit the shop, came home and had some food. Not done much since then.

I feel the need to talk around a subject but I don’t quite know how. I think I should start by stating it is not about work and therefore you shouldn’t read anything there. Sometimes things don’t happen, something’s just are not meant to be. For various reasons, it just does not happen. It might not have even been avoidable, but you know it could have been dealt with in a better way. Communication really is the name of the game, and you know even I will admit there are times that email or im just does not cut it. I guess it is different for everyone but some things should be the same.

Complete side note. I am listening to Strange Little Girls by Tori Amos at the moment. To be honest it is complete shit and is close to being painful…in fact it just go so painful, I’ve gone back to my limited collection of mp3s.

I had two new episodes of 24 to watch, and I was really looking forward to watching them. There had been a couple of rave reviews about the second one and I wanted to come home and spent a couple of hours in peace watching them. Of course real life intruded. It would appear that the last 5mb of the first episode is written onto a dodgy part of the cd. This unfortunately renders the entire episode unwatchable. The players just won’t recognise it. So no watching for me. Hence me being online and bored out of my fucking tree.

Plans for the weekend don’t really exist. I’ve gotta hit the comic shop tomorrow, not sure on what will be in, but just head along and pick some stuff up. There may be a nice Daredevil oversized hardcover waiting which will possibly make me giddy like a little school girl for the afternoon. Oversized lovely Maleev artwork and top Bendis writing, there is little better in comics these days. Other than that, I might just hit the cinema to take in a small movie no-one will have heard of, The Two something or others, and of course there will be some playing of Vice City at many stages.