Everything’s dusty in here. Aaaach, I’m sick of it. But I’ve got too much crap to be bothered to move it all and dust around it. I’m in a funk. Cigarettes are slowly killing me, but I’ve not got the whatever it takes to actually use the Nicorette Microtabs that, comically, sit next to my ashtray to remind me to give up smoking. Billy and I have spent the last ten minutes having a staring contest. He keeps losing. He gives in way too easy and just starts licking my arm. I’m trying to draw a cow – with a pen, not a mouse – from memory. Try it, then Google ‘cow’ and have a look how close you got. Is it just me, or is it really easy to forget the way a cow actually looks? Saw a Christmas advert last night. First time. 7th September and Christmas adverts… I sound like my Mum (again). Will I ever learn to not coo at Apple products? I bought their new Mighty Mouse and it’s shit. That little teat of a scroller is so annoying. It’s hilarious that the manual gives a link to some ergonomics website when that scrollball will give users an arthritic finger. Anyway, the procrastination continues, but it’s procrastination with effort. I went to the video shop to rent Gone In 60 Seconds. I saw the first half of it in the hotel room in Miami, and curiosity finally got the better of me. I guess I should go out and try and buy a ticket for the Wilco concert this Saturday. Totally forgot to do that before, guess it’ll be sold out now, but might as well try, eh? Y’know, one of the most reliable things in this world is cornflakes. Cornflakes with cold semi-skimmed milk. Never ever will I tire of thee. Sorry. This is a dull post. Maybe I should delete all these words, but in a way, because I don’t really do a diary so much these days, I need to write these things here or I’ll not remember them. Congratulations to Northern Ireland, by the way.