FUCK SHIT DEATH FUCK DEATH AND ... uh... SHIT. And Death.

I feel fucking SHIT.

I got drunk last night.

I *did* finish a tune, so I'm pleased about that. Should be up on mp3.com soon. It's called "Prove" and is the one I did when Phil was over. So that rocks.

But the drinking meant that I spent money I don't have, and it adds to how shit I feel.

I think I'm ill. But I'm also not eating well, and haven't been for weeks. On the good side, I'm losing weight. On the bad side, I have no energy, and feel like shit.

Also, I have lots of work to do, most of which is bug-fixing, one of my least favourite things, and it's not going all that well. It's not going BAD, but it's not going all that well.

And finally, as it's so MOTHERFUCKING **HOT**, that just fucking CAPS it.

MAN, I just want to spend the whole fucking day in the bath, chilling the FUCK OUT.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

And shit.