And now, bravely, I venture forth into the cold, cold world. I'd much rather stay here in bed, but that's more a matter of personal preference than any real illness-based reasons. What can I say? I'm a lazy bint. This is something we shall have to remedy. (1 point)

I was browsing some of my archives and laughing at my own antics, when I realised that I don't really blog like that any more. I figured out why, too; because I actually don't surf the web any more. There could be all sorts of reasons. It's expensive, for one, and I'm broke. For two, the huge, overwhelming mass of moronic stupidity out there just got up my nose so much that my subconscious decided it had had enough and stopped me. For three, I just couldn't be arsed.

I love that phrase.

I went to see a friend's band on Friday, by the way. Blueprint, they were called. They were really very good. With a little more polish, they'll be very, very good. I felt for my friend, having to sing in front of an audience comprised mainly of people he knew. That's always more terrifying than strangers. But he had a cool shirt on: "I sold my soul for rock and roll and all I got was this stupid T-shirt." Rock!