Grumpy. The whole flat kept me up until 4 fucking AM. Adam was at Windypops but didn’t talk to me. Apparently he was going to talk to me when he got in after loads of beer. A world of no. Atmosphere in the flat was killer. Joy. Gate keys failed so was stuck outside for half an hour too. James was being pissed off, TJ was being pissed, I was being incredibly tired and David and Ed were being careful. And Adam arrived with a preconcieved and incorrect idea I wasn’t willing to explore with someone who’d been drinking all night. If he wants to talk, so be it. But he didn’t, he wanted to lecture. I was really not in the mood for another one way conversation. So I went to bed (or at least tried to). Everyone was out when I’d got home. It was lovely. I chose to fix my soundcard (5.1 again! Yay!) and upgrade Novak to FC4. Still in the process of doing that one. Out of disk space on /usr. Oops. Might move /usr/share to hide on /var or something. Chatted to bump and abeneplacito when I got to the ’pops. Lloyd was immensely pissed off because he wanted to come but got lumbered with babysitting. Strange atmospere. Not good. Was told off by Tony for missing the Swan’s 20th at the weekend. Oops. TJ had fun in Blackpool (and GAY judging by the slurring sounds coming from his mouth ) and so drunkenly told us all about it. *dribble* No idea how I’ll make it through the day awake. Have dull enough work to do as it is. Spose I can continue the upgrade. The Sun today is awash with stories of Mick Jagger having a small cock according to Keith. Nice to see the world hasn’t ended yet...