Had a dream last night that Mum sent me a text reading “Nanna just finished celebrating her last christmas” and I replied with “you mean?” and got “yes” as a reply back. It felt horribly real. Bah. Guessing it’s not the case though, as I bumped into mum outside the office when getting a potato for lunch and she seemed cheery enough. Met one of her team, who looked a bit shocked at me. Bless. So, no norovirus for me, or if I have it’s being muted by my overexcited immune system from having had flu before xmas. Who can say? I feel achey, I’m getting surreal dreams, I can feel my body being a bit run down, I feel immensely tired and I haven’t thrown up or had anything other than an unhappy stomach and the feeling of billiousness. Listening to Patrick Watson. He’s fun. In places he almost sounds like Lenny Kravitz, in places like Jeff Buckley on happy pills. Curious mix that works very well. buy it or the kittens get it. seeing Liam tomorrow. Very much looking forward to it as the last time I saw him was before Christmas. Doing lunch with a friend of his, Tom, who he claims to be "a younger footle" — could be strange but fun. Too hot. Think the aircon might be broken in the office. Don’t know. Listened to a bit of Duke Special on random by accident yesterday. Immediate thought was “why have I got the Moulin Rouge soundtrack on here”, followed by “but I don’t recognise this track”. Surreality. Watched Breakfast on Pluto yesterday, interesting, very good, somewhat surreal and odd in places. Couldn’t help but think Kitten was a bizarre antihero, all she really wanted was to be left alone but she didn’t really stand up for herself much. Strangeness. Some good lines though and some amazing photography and incredible acting from Cillian Murphy Need to think of some ideas for new year pics for freakcity and need to update the front page I think. I might do a little bit tonight.