Walk like a motherfucker

I bought me some cool trainers at lunchtime, I don't ever buy or wear trainers but I saw them, they looked like the kind of thing the Ramones used to wear, and had to have them. They are uber-cool... I look forward to letting them keep my feet warm and dry.

Working day is nearly over, still some things I haven't finished... I'd tempt fate and say "I'll do it later, what's the worst that can happen if I don't do it now?", but the last time I said that I nearly got me and another guy thrown out of higher computing for never doing any homework. Too late to start anything big now, so I guess I'll just stress about it over the weekend like I usually do, and end up finishing the lot in 30 minutes on Monday.

Might pick up Vice City for the PC on the way home, don't really have the cash now (or the time to play it), but we've managed to punt a couple more tickets so I'm crossing my fingers that I'm not going to be out of pocket with Sundays gig. Don't plan on heavy boozing over the weekend either, so I should be OK... actually, I plan on staying clean on Sunday night, and being a professional for once. The problem with that is, pre-gig time is so fucking boring...

Next person to ask me "Where's Dave?" is getting a kick in the teeth.

Baws to this, I'm going home. Therapy? night, wohoo!