bout sick of stalker now  

Im still awake no sleep at all, second time in three nights.

Ive been awake all night rediscovering the wonders of login scripts and the application of "net use LPT1 /del" and the like.  I F***ing loath NT4.

I was thinking of KOing myself with alcohol but changed my mind.

When I went into the newsagent for the paper he handed me the change, I put it in my pocket and then I forgot he had given it to me :/

Just going through this weeks TV. Monday C4 Dispatches at 8PM on about global warming again, this time its offsets, a pretty nasty branch of the industry. Really a licence to commit fraud.

And on Thursday we have the Nazi equivalent of the Olsen twins at 10:30PM. Someone please go across and shoot their mom, Im sure they would appreciate it eventually.

Leaves Rome, house and Shark.

No sleep again.

My primary SATA had a problem again! Switched to the backup ISA, updated XP, Zonealarm and Active Virus Shield then copied everything onto the SATA again. Reboot and its done

Maxtor SATAs seem to have a problem with reliability though

Seems to be a complete lack of night dwellers. Come on, its only six in the morning!

Quote from: SeriousSeems to be a complete lack of night dwellers. Come on, its only six in the morning!

wouldnt realy call six night time.

its 4am... and im awake scouring moneysavingexpert, thinking about trying out stoozing, frantically refreshing experian to see if I can see my credit report yet, and working out how to best pay off my student overdraft, and save money.

Waiting on Americas army to download.
2.5 Gig!!!!! 13 mins left, dont think im gonna be sleeping tonight.

Im that bored Im reading up on Empire day.

Sounds taxing

Watching the KLF burn a million quid on youtube.

Going to bed...

Just giving this a bump, perhaps someone will think of something witty to say...

The sky is denim blue and has pale blobs that smell of honey. A horse, big and brown stands with the clown by a juniper berry bush. He swishes his tail, left, right, left. The water of the nearby stream smokes trails of goo up into the air and all around is honey, horse and smoke. The clown says something and the horse laughs at him.
The horse says, 'I am a horse.'
His shoes say nothing. They are shoes and so cannot talk or converse in any way. No big deal. Nothing profound in the shoes thoughts. Nothing funny either. Not like the clown.
The horse is a simple beast, and his words show this like the honey in the sky shows that none of this is real.
Sometimes his shoes clip, sometimes they clop, but they never say anything. The clipping and clopping is of the horse's doing. He is master of the shoe, if nothing else.
Damn sure he aint the master of the clown. The clown has no master, nor has he servants. But the clown makes him laugh - he has wit - and so the horse is his friend, a false equal to a man who never reveals his face.
A juniper berry hangs low on the bush.
It says, 'I wonder.'
No one hears it. The thing about juniper berries is that no one expects one to speak, and so no one is ever listening. No one is ever keeping an ear free just in case one makes a sound. Not even the clown, who is oh-so-desperate for truth and bliss.
The horse's ears listen to the sound of his shoes clipping and clopping on the hard earth.
'I wonder,' says the berry, who does not even merit a capital letter.
Me too, the clown thinks. He doesn't say it, because it's not funny – who'd listen to a lifeless clown? He thinks some more; I wonder if anyone knows I am not a clown. I am a stone made of old bones. A stone sunk long ago in the stream by a passing woman with idle hands.
Time passes and the juniper berry wonders. The horse's tail swishes and his shoes clop. The horse notices the swish of his tail. It makes a noise too. He eats the grass and forgets.
Rain falls. The honey in the sky loses its purity and becomes dilute. Like something you'd buy in a shop on the discount shelf.
'I wonder,' the juniper berry says.
No one hears him. Like before, his words go unnoticed. And so do the words that follow.
'I wonder; does any of this matter? No, of course not. The story doesn't start until they stop laughing. But theyll never stop laughing
The berry's intellect is perhaps sharper than the horses, because it knows its words are the only ones of truth in this page. In this story. But no one else notices, except the clown.
The shoes clip and clop. The tail swishes. The clown's tears are swept away by ice cold water. The smoky goo rises and the stone remains motionless at the bottom of the stream. The end comes and no one cares.