I turn the bass up so loud that when tanks rumble by, my chair vibrates.

Spent today watching all my recorded shows on cable. Time flies. It seemed to hit evening really soon. If Einstein says speed slows down time, then digital cable must speed it up. Haha. Regularly harvesting my crop(loss making venture, white radishes are) on Country Story. Continued watching Band of Brothers (Ep8). Wish I coulda done something more fun or productive, but beggars can't be choosers.

Social beggars, that is. Pah. Not like I, or we have a choice. Sigh. I know, it's something I keep talking about, but it's also one of the main causes of...I dunno, what do you call it? Emoness, too exaggerated(hair ain't half as long as I need it to be anyway), depression, too serious(don't need help, just a good dose of fun), boredom, doesn't quite capture it(I got movies and videos to last months.) Friggin' sian.

But who do I have to blame but the gahmen for ruining 2 years, or at least fucking up everyone's schedule. I know it's a necessary evil, blah blah, and I acknowledge that, but it's still messed up. Change is coming and but it better be hauling it and it better be good. Looking forward I guess. Well as much forward as I can look when I gotta leave my house at 9pm tomorrow to make a 1 hour journey to a small room with 16 guys, 8 double deckers, no PSP, no MP3, and no privacy.

And let's not forget toilets with no doors and no hot water. On the bright side, uh...well I'm not hiding from German artillery shelling while shivering in the forest, trying to take a town which name is spelt weith 3 letters and I can't remember how to pronounce. Back to Band of Brothers. BOOM. (No 'z' there.)