well, i officially feel crap. not only do i sleep most of the day, have no personal drive, am seriously bored, and am seeing a multitude of doctors, who want to refer me to more; but i can't do anything i want to do either. it's really shit. not only that, the rowing guys left for nantes a couple of days back, which really sucks the goliath out of men. nantes is undoubtedly that best part of the year for me, and i'm missing the last one i could go on cos of some stupid bloody disease bug virus crap. gay, that's what it is.

on a different note, hot fuzz is a great film.

i went to the fair the other night - good fun. i went on the dogems, the aggressive swings, the pod racers and the cage of impending doom. all good fun. i also now have my official frog card!!

there's a saying 'all's well that ends well', which isn't neccessarily true. for a start, saying this phrase implies that there was initially a conflict. due to the nature of the dictionary, a conflict must have two or more malicous parties, who, due to the nature of malice, do not agree about something. chances are, the conflict will be resolved by a mutual agreement - which will undoubtedly leave at least one party twinging with dissappointment, henceforth, by definition, not 'ending well'. ergo, this phrase sucks ass.

i'm hoping to finally get some recording done with barney this week - barney being the hardest person to get hold of ever. and once you've got hold of him, chances are he'll forget to call back/meet up/do anything. but, he's just as ill, if not more than me, with something different, so i can understand.

anyway, off to sleep, to get something else to add to my growing pamphlet on stupid ass crazy dreams i've had. sorry about the rantish nature of this journal entry. i feel like ranting, and i'm fairly certain noone reads this, so what better place.

still hoping to get better,

missing people.
as ever,
sx