GRAF! I didn’t get the camera, refused credit. Bah! But I knew it... Sam’s cousin’s murderers appears to have been put in prison for life All the code in the world is broken thingbox is being silly I’m tired and haven’t heard from Mr Photoshoot yet so might have a night off. I’ve rewritten quotebot as a TCL+ASP script running from the freakcity database itself instead of a seperate synched postgres one. I found some pretty graf at lunch. (See attached picture) Today is a fat day as I had fried chicken to drown my sorrows after being refused credit. Sinful Lunch(TM) There’s a small churchyard near where I work. It’s open to the public and has a few benches in. It’s a welcome oasis of calm amongst all the main roads and people in Soho. I’m considering making packed lunches again and sitting out there when the weather gets better. Rained on me again. Was a nice rain, refreshing. As I walked up to the photography shop I felt something I hadn’t in a long time. I can’t really put it into words, it’s like catching a riff of a song...you recognise it but can’t place where from or what it is. All I know is that I sensed it meant I was on the right tracks. It was something that evoked how I used to feel when I was younger. It was reassuring and fluffy. One of the guys here is convinced he’s cursed. Every time he goes to the coffee machine he has to do something to it. He was stood behind me as I made my coffee, and the machine ran out of water half way through, I assumed it was because he was stood there, the thought amused me as I filled the water tank and replaced it in the machine. Then after making more coffee to top it up I left and noticed that it’d asked him to remove the grounds (the used coffee remains after it’s been ground and put into lovely cups). So he’s definitely cursed. Have just been convinced to go into a meeting for an hour and a half. A pointless and dull meeting. That will probably make me want to shoot people. Ho hum. * Scott loads gun