ridicully | I don't write entries these days, I vomit up a heap of words and hope some sense might emerge

Brain-To-Textprocessor interface now, please!
Because, I have at least three more or less written entries. I just don't manage to transcribe them.

I've just come back from Brands Hatch where my father is working this weekend and have one more night to work before it's my week off again. This wouldn't be bad if I had slept at least a couple of the days this week. Which I haven't. So, once again I'm running on what little sleep I got in the nights and stubbornness. Always fun.

Next week my parents will visit me. Which would be no problem if Ikea and I had managed to arrange a delivery time before now. As it is, my big Sofabed won't be delivered until my parents are gone. Which means I have to get out the camping bed again. Joy.

For my own reference, some of the things I want to write about, in no particular order:
Job, motorcycle, good intentions, new job, trip to Liverpool, friendships, moving, sports, fandom, flat...
It would be nice if I could at least manage to write about two of them this time around.

We'll see what happens, but the next entries better be less disjointed.

I don't write entries these days, I vomit up a heap of words and hope some sense might emerge

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