Wonderful sunny day...

It's a beautiful, bright, sunny day, with fresh blue skies and the heat beating me down with a cricket bat.

I've done fuck all to right about really. I've watched hours of midday television, sat down a lot, read a bit, watched late night television and still spent shitloads of money. I'm sleeping 10 hours a day, and still feel sleepy.

I watched another episode of that Michael Essany Show last night, and god that boy is a cunt. A chargin, arselicking, eater of broken meats, a stout, short, unfunny, unwitty wanker. It's an embarressment (I'm going to be an English teacher, you know) that he's even on TV. His sketches are painful to watch, and he's so damn smug about his piece of puke show. Everytime I hear him tell a joke, or speak, or smile, I just wanna pound him until there is nothing left except a pile of red sludge.