I dreamt of Mrs Thatcher last night. Sat quietly at a coffee table at Liverpool St. I dreamt of hating her but pitying who she had become as she nodded her frail old head from side to side and muttered quietly to herself, words of madness. I decided, in my dream, that I hated the memory of her and that I would help her. I sense that the end is coming for her soon. Tony is starting another war. It’s up to us to stop him. It’s up to us to not let him be involved with the US attacking yet another country. Up to us. But how? Because if this war starts we will pay the full price this time, in the blood of our own. Part of me wishes I could join the boys in Palestine, fuck everything here, and just try and do some good, helping the people our government oppresses. But I have commitments here, so I’ll just stick to giving them money and time. Even though I do feel useless because of it. Novak is dying. The primary and secondary hard drives are ill. Primary has disk sector problems that keep upsetting reiserfs. The secondary only gets found by the bios every other boot. So I will be buying shiny new ones on payday I think. Went to Owen’s yesterday to mend his PC. Jen tells me “We’ve all been telling him that it keeps dying because he shouts at it and he should just hug it” and I agreed. I took the side off, removed the graphics card and blew in the slot, put it back in and it booted fine. I pointed smugly at the screen as it booted Windows and Owen asked “what did you do?” “I hugged it” I replied. It’s still ill though. It reboots whenever anything to do with activeX is loaded - windows update kills it. Flash kills it. Told Owen to just use firefox but he sulked. Think he’s going to try and take the drives out of his old one and put them in Manny (which I left there for him). Watched some telly. Glad I don’t still have telly. Left his at 8ish, got home for 9. Was feeling crappy so did some more beta freakcity - there’s now almost all the themes. Just have to do the dick (ajaxtastic) and the edit/prefs stuff. Then we’ll be done! Lay in bed for an hour an a half, shivering, feeling crappy and wishing that I had someone to cuddle up to. Eventually drifted off to sleep and strange dreams about Thatcher and her absent marbles...