...Woke up after having a dream about getting a girlfriend who then confessed to me in floods of tears (wig off, 5 o clock shadow) that she was actually a man. Which left me with a huge sense of relief as I woke up. And I dreamt at least twice too...the previous dream included the “fact” that I was an extra in Babylon 5 - Season 5 episode 20 (my brain adds in the surrealest little points) - and there was a lingering shot on me as the rest of my squad walked off...only I wasn’t wearing a security uniform, I was in jeans and Tshirt...and there was some big clue written on my shirt but none of us could read it... I possibly spent too much time in Forbidden_Planet yesterday... Friday night I popped out for a quick pint after work with work people and then fucked off to Retro to see ref:Owen and people. Wil arrived at around 9ish - limping - the tit Cunning plan was to drink beer and then run off at about 10pm to buy beer and fags from Iceland, drop them at the flat, then saunter to the Swan for a couple of beers before going back to the flat. Money saving an all that. I suspect it must have been one of my best laid plans, as it didn’t quite work like that at all... Bus late - arrived at Iceland 5 minutes before it shut - we ran (well, I ran, Wil hopped...) in and grabbed lots of beer and some fags... then we bussed to the flat and Swanned it, grabbing Adam en route. We all got pissed. I went back in time to get to Sanchos for kebabness and after that none of us really remember much. We’re fairly sure one of us threw up, and we’re fairly sure none of us drank more beer as there are still 16 cans in the fridge... Saturday started way too early. And accomplished fuck all. Adam was out - and Wil managed to sleep most of the day...poor love was a bit broken...*giggle* Joked a little about drinking all the beer but couldn’t really face it. Cooked chicken (MMmmm) and ate it. Ate most of Wil’s too as he was still too broken at 8pm to face it. Suspect it might have been him who pebbledashed the back of the loo with vomit...the wuss... Watched Point_Pleasant. Pretty boys, not too much of a taxing plot. No tight dialogue a la Buffy, which was a shame, but sort of interesting plotty bits. Might watch some more to see if it grows on me at all. Bunged on Victoria Wood for a bit. Giggled. Went to bed. Sunday came around and I couldn’t sleep so was up at 7:30. Supposedly doing bits of freakcity but not managing that much of it at all. Adam came back and we were bored so decided to go shopping. Wil woke up (in the morning! Jesus Fucking Christ!) and decided after some umming and ahhing to come with us. Lounged about online looking for somewhere nice to move to. Adam’s way too big for the sofa really and so I want somewhere where he can have his own room. Found a 3 bed terraced house with double glazing and patio/garden for the same price as the flat, which I was somewhat surprised by. So it’s either got no roof or is in a war zone. Going to see it on Weds, hopefully Started to get ready to go out (I’d bullied everyone into Lakeside for a giggle) and then realised my bag was missing. Put it in my “things to sort out” bit of brain and promptly forgot about it until the evening. We spectacularly missed the train (piling change into the ticket machine, one after the other, me an Adam, he puts in 20p, I put in 20p, he puts in 10p, etc. Fastest way to make the bastards work ). Wil decided not to come with us, we ran to the platform. No train. So we sauntered back down and saved Wil from the pain of the ticket machine and dragged him off for coffee. Fuck was it cold! Walked halfway back to the flat in the hopes of finding a greasy spoon that was open only to give up and go back to the station and notice there was one opposite...bah. Had a (revolting) coffee each then arrived on the train. I had my ickle DV cam with me and so fi