Oh, also, my washing machine has broken, I'm out of dope, I'm running out of excuses to tell my bank manager, I had nightmares last night about the people that I'm trying to forget about, my PC is shit and doesn't do the things that I want it to, and I've got a long night ahead at work....

I'm wearing a target on my chest, so any one who wants to take a shot with any sort of gun, should be able to hit me with little problem!