Ugh. That is all. (About my day, not paloma's gyno appointment.

I just ate a monster lamb vindaloo. I think I've started hallucinating already...

Tonight I was in the audience for University Challenge
hosted by Jeremy Paxman.

If you don't know its a British TV "Heavy Duty" Knowledge quiz (going back to 1960s and formerly hosted by Bamber Gascgoine) contested by University Students of The UK.

I watched a 1st Round Contest.

Southampton v Cambridge.

(before anyone asks I'm unable to tell you the outcome of the game due being sworn to secrecy)

Being a reclusive cunt hasn't stopped my asocial roommate from pissing me off this week. After his last juvenile act (refused to sit with the rest of the flat after I bought him his fucking meal), I've pretty much given up on the wanker. And tomorrow we're celebrating two of my roommates' birthdays, guess who refuses to be here?

Fucking twat.

World of Warcraft addict?

Worse. Cheesy American sitcom addict.

Eesh, at least WoW can be blocked out with headphones, television addicts are harder to ignore.

Woke up, hung around with various mates, worked on/came up with a few ideas, got a little bit of shopping in; the definitive day off when all's said and done.

All my flatmates last year were like that (well, with one exception), so I feel your pain.

We had this boring family dinner, cause my uncle returned from Canada. So I just got drunk, and talked nonsense with my 7 year-old cousin. 'twas fun.