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Work sucks, time to write some pish I think.

Sure enough, I done absolutely fuck all last Thursday night after my last journal entry. I think I spent most of the night on the phone to Janette, in between general lazing on the couch/watching pish on TV/doing absolutely nothing. Meech was out playing squash with Barlow that night so it was pretty quiet... odd to get a night's peace to myself these days.

Friday, had another fucking awful day at work (as I have done since Friday, now that I think about it). I'm thinking more and more that it wouldn't be so difficult to get motivated to come in here in the morning if it wasn't for the fact that everyone in here is a miserable bastard (myself included, of course)... it's no fun spending so many hours of your life surrounded by the same old grating, mind-numbing bullshit, regardless of how much you used to think you used to like your job (and by job I mean working with computers, not suffering office 'life')... strangely, I'm still getting away with taking weeks to do things that should take hours, and turning up anything from a couple of minutes to a couple of hours late. Naismith says I'm gonna get fired, I don't know if he's just being a tit or if he knows something I don't, but I swear to God, if my boss walks out the office without putting his phone on that 'send calls' thing again I'll jam it down his throat and walk the fuck out of here without a second thought... I'm not a fucking receptionist. I was here for only about an hour today and had to stop what I was doing to answer his stupid fucking phone 5 or 6 times... every fucking time he walks out the room. Idiot. And multiply that by the many other stupid little things that get on my nerves in here... no wonder I'm just deciding to write massive journal entries on a website this afternoon, rather than working...

Nothing like a bit of venting on a Tuesday afternoon.

Anyways, Friday night... first forum gig... it was fucking brilliant. Four good bands, a pretty good turnout, the whole thing seemed quite a success, which is nice (and not least because MiNUS3 are on the bill for the next show). Although after the performances on Friday I'm kinda half really looking forward to doing the next show, and half shitting myself like crazy... there'll be a bit more pressure on us at the next show than usual (locally speaking, at least), so I'm really hoping we don't royally fuck it up... probably just winding myself up as usual, I'm sure we'll be fine... we've rawked the fuck out of the Cathouse before, I'm sure we can do it again...

Met some new forum folks at the gig on Friday, too (most notably Posh, top bloke... and Brian Revol, finally!)... caught up with some folks I've met before... the place was swarming with forum folks (obviously). Janette, Meech and Cuff were with me and spend the whole night bemused at me constantly walking up to seemingly random people for a chat and to hand out CDs... they still don't seem to get the concept of Alternative Nation, which either means they don't really care, or I'm a bigger geek than I thought. Oh well.

On the subject of the MiNUS3 CD, handed a few out on Friday (and threw the rest of them at Pencil Head during their set... couldn't be bothered venturing out of the bar area for most of the night to catch up with them so we decided to try and smack wee Sancho in the face with the CDs we brought for Stuart... not a single one on target, d'oh). Getting some really positive feedback from people about the CD, along with all the gigs we've been playing recently it seems we now have actual fans. Which just confuses the fuck out of me...

On the subject of Pencil Head, if anything they looked really fucking cool on Friday (and that's not to say they didn't sound good). They seem to get more 'hardcore' every time I see them, punk-as-fuck... can't believe how far they've come (and how much their sound has changed) since we used to sit in the booth to listen to them/freak them out during their recorded rehersals at John McBride's House O' Pish (or MTC, whatever...) back when they just started. They really are Very Fucking Good™.

Eh... where was I... yeah. Forum gig, great night. Was meaning to go to check out Tony Poprock's night at the Darkroom after the show, but due to some 'technical problems' we went for a jar at the Solid before missing the last train and paying 17 fucking quid for a taxi. Oops.

Spend the rest of the weekend hanging out with Janette (mostly at home, but I'll spare the gory details...), she stayed at mine from Friday to Sunday night. My parents got to meet her on Saturday afternoon when they came over to see the new flat... that wasn't too stressful. They went all the way to Florida and brought me back the Ramones 'End Of The Century' album as a soveneir. Which of course makes absolutely no fucking sense... both because a CD I could buy anywhere in Glasgow makes for a really strange soveneir, and because I obviously already have it anyway... very odd people, my parents. Good to see them anyway (because I rarely do, I'm a horrible son), and my 12-year old sister's experiments with hair dye was pretty funny to see...

We were supposed to be having a bit of a housewarming do on Saturday night, which didn't quite go to plan because everyone has now caught the flu I had a couple of weeks ago. Ha! Right enough, if we'd actually bothered our arses to make an effort to invite people it might have been a decent night... Paul and Tom came over, we threw back a few beers and chewed the fat for a few hours before Paul decided he really wanted to go out clubbing... he's having all kinds of trouble (other than the fact that he's completely fucking nuts) with his girlfriend and his job at the moment and wanted to blow off some steam. By this time it was about half past midnight, and Janette didn't want to go out, so Paul, Tom and Meech went to Trash. I didn't miss much, I really fucking despise that place.

Me and Janette spent just about all of Sunday in bed being lazy. Finally got up at like 5:30pm, when we ran out of cigarettes... got some chicken tikkas in for dinner, kicked back on the couch, watched Clockwork Orange (what a pile of shit that film is)... lazy, lazy Sunday. Good stuff.

Back to work yesterday... was, as usual, an hour late. Made up some excuse that I had forgotten I swapped late starts with Lapper... and landed myself a job I have to do on Sunday morning. Bollocks. Very depressing day... was supposed to work late, left about 7pm because I couldn't be arsed wasting my time here. The Cherrykicks played last night. Motorhead played last night. I couldn't go to either (fucksake... how fucking annoying is that?). I went to the thanksgiving dinner at Janette's student place (what with her being Canadian, and yesterday being the Canadian thanksgiving and all... and I couldn't really not go, it was her birthday yesterday too). It was just like Christmas dinner, except surrounded by about a million students. It was a decent enought night, at least I got a good meal... though for some reason after a few shots and a pack of Miller I wasn't in the slightest bit tipsy, never mind drunk. Weird. Just as well, though... the night went spectacularly wrong at around 1am when me and Janette decided to call it a day... we didn't realise how fucking drunk Meech was, Janette found him bouncing off the walls outside the toilet, everyone else there had thought he had left. I don't think I've ever seen him in that bad a state... he was fucked, and was acting like a total cock (not that he was really making any sense). We tried to get him a taxi back home, which eventually led to him getting mad at absolutely nothing and wandering off into the city centre himself. Worrying... I think he's under a helluva lot of stress at the moment. Janette is really fucking pissed off at him, like you wouldn't believe... I guess that's fair enough, since he kinda soured her birthday/thanksgiving dinner... I spoke to him this morning when I got home, he doesn't remember a single thing about any of it, which is kinda funny.

Don't know what I'll do tonight... got a few folks to phone about a couple of things, but nothing too important, so I've got a night with nothing to do but take the piss out of Meech I think. Maybe I'll get some work done on that website I'm supposed to be doing for Trench... or maybe I'll just be a lazy fucker.

And that's all for now. I'd imagine folks are looking at this saying 'there's no way he's interesting enough to have all that to write'... actually, I'd imagine folks are taking one look at this and deciding they can't be bothered reading it all anyway. Good stuff... that means I can write what I like. YOU ARE AN UGLY FUCKER. Hahaha.