�TREAD SOFTLY BECAUSE YOU TREAD ON MY DREAMS� Duncan updated his blog again. He did a double-post but when his stuff is this entertaining who cares? As well as eating coal and making me smile at the thought of his trying to bandage up someone�s broken foot after the first aid course we went on together, he also adds: Buying bread I see a Fanta calendar that has hung on the wall at a rakish angle since 1995. Then I remember that it is 1995 here by the Ethiopian calendar. Everyone should come to visit us here purely for the fact it is the cheapest form of time travel currently on the market Very fucking cool. So last night sucked for a little while but things as usual look rosier this morning (probably something to do with �Rosy fingered Dawn� which has never ceased to make me smirk). This is what I had to say last night but I never got around to posting it as I was too annoyed after listening to Bush and his �You have 48 hours to get out of Dodge� speech: �Fuck. Today was going so well too. I had a great conversation with an old friend that helped put some stuff into perspective and handed me some advice that I�ve been putting off hearing. Thanks Kerry. Then I had a blast at work. Busy but fun. Spoke to a lot of cool people. I forgot to mention the guy I spoke to yesterday about Iron Maiden after overhearing him talk about Samson with a friend. He was American and a big collector of all the stuff I used to listen to years ago � very intense but I always get a kick out of people who have a passion for something. So many people just seem to sleepwalk through life� anyway I�m getting off track. Suffice to say it was a good day. The evening was going well too but then BAM one little sentence and I�m completely fucking floored. It may even have been my fault, fuck knows I never know when to shut up but I�m not used to having an Achilles heel and its even more surprising when it gets cut away. All very cryptic huh? I�m having the same problem as another friend of mine who keeps a blog. Once the people who read it regularly get involved in your �real life� it becomes difficult to pour stuff out online without either making things worse or just betraying a trust. Anyway it fucking sucks. Tomorrow I�ve decided I won�t be going into work � I want to meet up with Daisy, go see Equilibrium again and just have a good day. Tomorrow evening I have the first of a series of meetings over a proposed film project. Pretty exciting if we can get the fucker off the ground. I will of course spill more beans on that one in due course. My day off is Wednesday so I guess I�ll just turn up for work then and make up the missing shift. I actually love the job enough that I don�t want to fuck them around. This is a nice twist on my usual attitude to employers. I�ve written off tonight. I�ll try and get some writing done (but I work for shit when my mood is like this) and post this blog when I get back to the main PC. At the moment I am holed up in what I guess is now �my� room, listening to loud noisy guitars and trying not to focus on how unhealthy it is for a 30-year-old to be in this dumb teenage funk. I need to pay a lot more attention to the good advice I�ve been getting lately.� So I never got to post that because I stumbled into an on-line discussion about Bush and talking fish. Gotta love the Internet. I rang in 'sick' this morning and will make the hours up tomorrow. Not something I do lightly but my head is screwed and I need to unwind - mental crap seems just as legitimate to me as taking the day off because you have a bad cold. One more thing... Mid January I wrote on here By the end of the month I'll have had well over 10,000 hits. Not too shabby... I just noticed that in the last two months that figure rose by another 5,000. Who are you people? Not that I�m complaining, fuck forbid that I should moan that people read this stuff. I�m just curious. Maybe I need to upgrade my stat software � at the moment at any given time I can only really get a look at the last fifty visitors. I only actually check the stats about once a month so there are major gaps in what I know about visitors here. Oh well... I�ll keep spewing and you guys keep reading... More later... Oh and kudos to Robin Cook for having some backbone and the balls to tell Blair to go get fucked... Mike is blogging to: We Have Come For You All by Anthrax