Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.

What have you done with your life that you're proud of?

Tell me.

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instead of flipping out like a wanker, being nicely chilled as i am now, i should definitely take this opportunity to say that Mr Eris was round this evening, nominally for me to abuse his laptop, but it was a pleasure, and I love him to bits and miss him lots.

I know that's soppy, but i'm so very fast to shoot my trap off when i'm feeling black, i reckon i'm entirely allowed to balance that shit.

feeling a bit philosophical, innit.