Managed to change the times to GMT.

Spent most of last night reading Have a Nice Day by Mick Foley (yes, the WWF wrestler AKA Catus Jack, AKA Mankind). It's an autobiography. I'm half way through it. Although it is simple writing, it is honest and funny though he uses too much wrestlespeak and hyperbole ("the most awesome move in the history of the sport" " the greatest finisher the world of wrestling has ever seen") He has some real stories to tell, and keeps talking about wrestles from yesteryear (Ricky the Dragon Steamboat, Diamond Dallas Page, Jake the Snake) which makes me wish i paid more attention to wrestling when i was 8. Am also simlutaniously reading Ulysess by Joyce (yes, the irish writer). I'm averaging about 12 pages a week which means I should be finished by July 03. I embarked on Ulysess in March, and during the first 3 months read nothing else. That was so damn boring that i also started (and finished) reading the Bill Hicks bio, American Scream by Cynthia True. After reading it I bought Arizona Bay and Rants in E Minor. I never realised how much I missed that bastard.

I had insomnia last night after watching some of National Lampoon's Vaction. I'm not sure if the two are connected.

I have to get back to work. I might start writing on here instead of popbitch, which has got boring really quickly. Ciao.