work was rubbish, not helped by the fact I was feeling shitty. Left pretty much on time, biked past Ku to see if there was a mogs there, there wasn’t — headed home via shoreditch filthery. Got out to find I had another flat tyre, pumped it up and it held. Home on squidgy tyre and chilled out a bit via chicken pie and chips. Bed early, dreams of someone I lost. Up this morning, the tyre is flat again, am suspecting the wheel rim is rubbing the innertube somewhere, so Imma going shopping for a new wheel and tyre and back cluster thing, then I’ll put it all together tonight. It’ll give me something to do other than listen to mogs and his hangover at any rate Oh my. There’s an unsecured network on Cannon St...libby just blipped as I went past Meant to be going to the cinema to see The Omen tonight, but not sure if I can be arsed. Today is an evil day, it being the 6-6-6 — however, that’s only applicable if one iks Christian and I’m not so whatever d00d. Chatted to lickspittle lots yesterday, will drag him out for a drink next week when he’s back from the hinterlands. Also halfheartedly tried to sort out the other libby but was foiled by lack of energy andd motivation. Kept thinking about mailing Chris, but decided against it. If he wants to talk to me, he knows where I am, no point in sending more messages that’ll be ignored... Jams donated me 50p towards freakcity Fruitbat deleted himself because of the “advert” on the front page