I don’t like doctors. I’m sure it can all be traced to a bad experience I had with one when I was younger but that’s not in anyway an interesting story.

Today was not really a good day. There was nothing really bad about it, it just didn’t come together for me tho. Tomorrow hopefully will be better. I intend to get more sleep than last night anyway (damn you Alastair Reynolds) and then take it as it comes.

I did begin to sort out my address book. I was on a conference call this afternoon which went quite a bit off on a tangent for a while so I took the chance to begin.

Hit the pub after work as one of the lads had a really shit day and was plainly in need of a drink and a chat so a few of us went over for a quick one. There was nothing but coke for me, I’m still in taking it easy mode. One thing I did find out, which to be honest left me amazed I’m still alive was the amount drunk on Saturday night. Pat had kept count of the rounds gotten in throughout the day and night. I know how much I had before he arrived so this leaves us with a grand total of 15 pints of Ayinger white beer, one pint of Ayinger-Pils and 5 whiskey and cokes.

That’s 16 pints and 5 shorts. Jesus fuck. No wonder Sunday morning was so bad. It is worth noting that the groom to be was gotten a shot with every round he had leaving him with 13 pints and 15 shots (2 doubles). Small wonder he hasn’t been seen in work since then.

This day next week I shall be at R.E.M. and Mull Historical Society in Brixton Academy and then the following morning I shall be off to Glastonbury. I am looking forward to this like you would not believe. A few days off work combined with some of the best music in the world. How can it go wrong? I’m really hoping for a good gig from Sigur Ros. It should be the highlight of the weekend and will in theory blow everything else away

It’s the middle of June already. My doesn’t time fly when your having…um fun? 2003 certainly is flying by.