A bit scatty at the moment, hence why all over my house, not a creature is stirring... except for my mouse. Hey, that was pretty clever, eh? Canadians say "eh" a lot, as in "ay", but not like the Fonz, that's more like "aaaaaay!"... see what I mean?

All my braincells unanimously voted to switch off to work this afternoon, so I'll have some hell to pay on Monday. Fuck it, I work to live, not live to work... so sometimes, there...

Stu

Nipped out for a quick bite to eat there... noticed I had a voicemail on my crappy mobile. It was a message from my Dad, to tell me that my Gran died earlier this morning.

Fuck.

I knew this was coming, but it's still a bit of a shock all the same, y'know? Totally surreal, getting that kind of information while you're walking down Argyle Street on a busy lunchtime too.

I'm pretty sure I'm OK. Sad, yeah, but I'm big 'n' ugly enough to handle it. It's...

Stu

Routine couple of days, not much out of the ordinary to talk about. I've been late for work the past couple of days (5 minutes today - late trains, 30 minutes yesterday - slept in), to add to my sick day on Tuesday and my being an hour late last Friday. However, I don't really care, and neither should you, good readers.

On that subject, I have a ton of work to do, but again... I really don't care. Not that I'm not going to do it, it's just that I'm not letting myself getting too...

Stu

I've had a really shit few days. Not that I'd ever claim to have it rougher than anyone else in the world, far from it... but shit is shit all the same, and this is my shit.

First up, I didn't really have a bank holiday weekend, mainly because on Friday I got home from work to a phone call from my Mum, where she informed me (in a slightly less-to-the-point way) that my Gran has cancer and is going to die any day now. She hasn't been particularly well for a few months now, and I...

Stu

If there's anything about last night, it's that it's highlighted how much I need to clean up and get in shape. I mean, 'Downer' by nature could strain anyone, but it damn near killed me last night... not good. I was sweating so much up there, I was getting sweat in my eyes and everything... not good for someone who wears contact lenses, I couldn't see more than 2 feet in front of me. It's not like I'm fat, a bit overweight (less than a stone over my ideal weight for my height), just really unfit....

Stu