and i look down with a frown at this dirty old town

sore and tired and tired and sore and I hate being the bloody fisher king through both reasons well and unkown.

got PO'd at work for calling me in on thur. there was a camera man avoiding all the unglamerous things that i did. i staged a silent violent protest by going out afters and getting fair wrecked. its the mature way to deal with your problems. then friday comes and the lads come in and we go out. team stewart gets shot down by women for being to young and a new older challenger enters, then another, and another.

may have accidently downloaded a virus due to replying to very suspect chainmail, the gist of which was "hey stud, saw your pic on bebo, lets meet and get jiggy" to be fair my reply was more humerous than desperate, but its uni comps anyway and they have whole team of tech support

sat comes round and depressed dumped friend demands more liver abuse. talking shite and boozing are the only kind of help i'm capable of so i conceed. we go home and i get grumpy and shout at people. sunday day old pizza for breakfast and have a shiter of a shift. also saw next weeks rota and cried and died a little, but only on the inside. full time dudes broken his hand/arm/pinky depending on who you ask and the timing couldn't be worst exam wise. still, i'm fair used to being taken advantage of. just ask yer maw! (and ironically, dumped friends ex)

friendly glaswegian shouts across as i run errands "You like like a faggot mate, a fuckin faggot" what i WANT to shout back is "and you look like an evil child raping bastard, but i was always taught not to judge folk by what they're looks" But being ridiculously bad at confrontion i just walk on. sides, saw my reflection in the mirror and indeed i did look less than manly. my own fault for shaving i guess.

end of shift sees a stramash at work, and a fair violent one, between 4 odd folk. i was going to stay out 0f it, cause thats generally what you would do in a club or something, but i see a woman get knocked down and laid back martin caught in the middle so i step in. we grab the guys and pull them out, taking a glancing blow to the nadgers in the process. then when we get in, martin, in way of thanks, triumphantly slams a koppenberg on the bar and declares "i think THAT deserves a drink" And I felt quite validated, but realised he poured it for him.

thought of the day-Strength through unity and comfort in conformity and watch me limp to this vicious cabaret