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Went to the dingy parts of Dejvice to play pool on a multi-stained table with Lucie last night. Every shot was a fluke, in fact it seemed a struggle not to pot a ball. It was ace. I won, obviously. … Continue reading

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Nothing at all has been done in the last day, by me at least. That way I don’t spend any money. Unless you call listening to Chris Morris GLR radio shows, watching Maid Marion and Her Merry Men and reading … Continue reading

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Another day, another 3 Septofort tablets and 1 Ibogin. The house is infested with Bohemian Toddlers right now, something I can only deal with when I’ve fully woken up to the possibilities of the day, around 1pm or so realistically. … Continue reading

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Twenty-five feels remarkably like the tail-end of twenty-four. Big surprise there, then. I had a deliberately toned-down birthday. I was even considering not telling anyone. Making a big deal of it is a breeding ground for feeling shit. And besides, … Continue reading

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It’s my birthday! Woo hoo! So I’m free to complain about stuff. Today I’m going to complain about my clothes. A certain somebody insisted on doing my washing for me, fantastic I thought. How wrong I was. The clothes were … Continue reading

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I did my laundry and hung my clothes out so ipso facto the downpour has begun. I am 25 tomorrow. Yay and woo.

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A few months back I sent off my CV to twenty or thirty language agencies and got not so much as a snifter of a job. This week I haven’t sent off any CVs at all and have somehow got … Continue reading

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So, the bad news is that my lungs have finally realised I’m not smoking after seven months or so and have taken it upon themselves to get some kind of chest infection. I just wish it would fuck off really. … Continue reading

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