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It’s coming up to be the blogs birthday (Friday) and it turns out I’m on my 500th published post (there are a few more I didn’t publish for reasons of me not quite sharing everything with you lot). There have been ups and downs, twists and turns, good times and bad. I’ve got over 40 registered users (some of which actually come back once in a while), had nearly 2000 comments (although a good percentage of those are from me), other people have linked to this blog from their blogs and I’ve made it onto quite a few blog rolls. I’ve even met some of my readers in real life and formed friendships with them. The blog is also in the top 500,000 blogs on technorati (460,360rd). All of which begs the question: Are you mental?

Seriously, I spout drivel. Lots of it. I take photos of me in new shirts and go on at great length about it, I get excited about a pair of trousers that hold glowsticks and you lot seem to lap it up (incidentally, I bought another pair of them I liked them so much). It does surprise me the posts that get the most reaction though. Things I chuck out there as mere throw away comments generate loads of debate whereas other posts get totally ignored (I so thought someone would bite with that one).

The one time I did drop off the face of the planet you all bitched like hell about the lack of posts and there was near panic when the blog disappeared for a few hours. Still, you feed my ego, justify my god complex and don’t half make me laugh sometimes (goron, you comment on day socks still makes me chuckle to this day) and I love you all for that.

I’m a firm believer in the fact that relationships fail due to a lack of communication. Yes, there are a million and one reasons why the relations appear to fail, but at the end of the day it’s all down to lack of communication. I got proved right [once again] today. I ‘heard’ something and made an assumption that could have lead to me damaging a good friendship had I acted directly on that assumption. Thankfully I spoke to the person involved and realised the whole thing was just a silly misunderstanding. Friendship intact, pride slightly dented for being such a spoon but that’s my own fault. I dread to think how it could have turned out. Instead I just have another story to add to ‘The Evils Of Facebook’

I don’t know what’s wrong with me today. I’m just constantly eating and it’s not as if I’m all that hungry, but I’m not exactly full either. I had 4 slices of toast for breakfast (at about 10:30), then a roast dinner at the pub at about 2, then pudding, then another pudding, then a treacle pudding because you’ve got to really, then a third… er… fourth pudding (the apple tart was absolutely lovely ), then 4 peperamis, if not more. Now I have a serious desire for a large mixed kebab and chips which is absolutely ludicrous because I can’t finish one of them even if I’m starving. I’m going to cook up some spag bol that’s been defrosting, watch the last two episodes of Lost and see if that calms the munchies down. Hopefully it’s just the body restocking after Wednesday nights unpleasantness.

I think we can safely say it was food poisoning. It’s not man flu (I don’t do man flu) or a cold, it’s certainly not anything kidney related and if it were norovirus I’d still be feeling pants and dancing the toilet 3 step (you get three steps away from it and… ). The only other thing I know that can make you that ill, that fast is bad seafood and if you consider I’d had 70 quids worth of sashimi, tempura and grilled beef (some of it almost blue) for dinner a pattern begins to emerge.

Still, we can take some positives from all this:

• I’ve discovered that the restorative effects of Shreddies are nearly as good as those of Coco-pops which means all you freaks out there that wont or can’t do Coco-pops when ill have a viable alternative.
• I’ve not annoyed my neighbours all day with my plastic drum kit.
• I’ve almost caught up on my sleep.
• I’ve finally watched the Bourne film that’s been sat in the PS3 for over a week.
• I get to call chuggabopps early tonight as I’m not going to Tai Chi

Normal service shall be resumed tomorrow.

So the plan was come home last night, watch some TV, go to bed, get up, go to lunch with a friend, come back, do some shopping go to Tai Chi, phone a friend, go to bed.

So far the plan has turned out to be get home, be violently ill, phone a friend, pass out, wake up in the middle of the night, be ill again, pass out, wake up at 10, text friend to cancel lunch plans, pass out, wake up at 3. We’ll see how I feel for Tai Chi.

Shopping, which desperately needs to be done, is out of the picture as well. I am going to try and crawl to the garage to get some bread and milk and hope that I feel better tomorrow. Today I shall be mostly living on cereal and toast. Still, probably not a bad thing. I shall also be mostly just slobbing in front of the TV watching Lost.

Hopefully I’ll be OK for luncheon tomorrow and can go shopping after that. I hate being ill

…use all available exits.

[Those of a sensitive nature might want to go read something else]

[No really]

I’ve been feeling a bit funny all day. Sort of floaty and not with it. Been quite nice actually and, apart from a slightly dippy tummy this morning all has been well.

That just changed. I’m now drenched in sweat, despite having had a couple of showers, one ice cold and I have discovered that being violently ill when you live by yourself and it catches you by surprise is not a good thing. And by violently ill I don’t mean “ooh, I’ve got the runs”, or “ooh, I’ve thrown up a little”, I mean everybody out, use all available exits explosiveness with roughly 10 seconds warning [hey, I warned you at the top of the post, it's your own fault]. Thankfully my bathroom is fairly sparse in terms of things in it so cleanup was aided there, but I’ve thrown most of the clothes away and the rest are being boil washed to within an inch of their lives. They’ll then get washed again. And possibly again. I’ve been scrubbing myself in the shower and still don’t feel clean. When the washing currently in the machine is done I’m running it through empty with washing machine cleaner in it, chucking the new clothes in it and then having another shower. In the mean time I’m not going to bed until I feel better. My bedding is far to bloody expensive and white. Actually, I might just sleep in the shower. Maybe I’ll have a bath in bleach first.

Anyway, on the plus side the kidneys don’t hurt so it’s not something nasty with them. On the downside I’ve got a temperature of 40 (which is probably why I’ve been feeling floaty). On the plus side the symptoms probably mean it’s just food poisoning and given the amount of raw fish I ate recently I think we might have a winner as to what caused it. On the down side it could interfere with my plans for tomorrow.

In the mean time I could really do with a hug

I’ve been meaning to go through my cupboards for a while now and get rid of some stuff, put some boxes in the loft and generally have a clear out and a tidy up. I also needed to find space to store all the Rock Band stuff as I didn’t want it lying about making the place look untidy when it wasn’t in use (having a rule of ‘if it doesn’t have somewhere to live it goes in the bin‘ really helps keep the place tidy). Anyway, today I tackled the challenge and managed to get 6 (yes, six) black bin bags full of rubbish to get rid of. Admittedly 2 bags were just from the Rock Band boxes, but there were also heaps of other stuff to get rid of. Now I have empty drawers again and everything is neat and tidy, even behind closed doors

After lunch I need to sort out the bookshelf (having left work it means I now have all my work books at home too) then I’ll go piss the neighbours off again by banging away on my little plastic drum kit

Oh, and why oh why oh why can’t people work out that if the rubbish isn’t in a bag, in the bin in the bin store the bin men wont take it away? Grrr. Fed up of sorting out other peoples rubbish.

So I’m in a good mood today (see previous post, and possibly next post). I’m in a good mood for many, many reasons from as small as ‘it’s the weekend soon’ to ‘I’m going out clubbing’ to ‘None of your business’ :D. Just to reassure you that I have completely lost it (I lost it years ago, don’t worry), I am also in a good mood due to the purchasing of Mk III clubbing troos.

“WTF?” I hear you say. WTF indeed.

The MKI clubbing troos were a pair of 24 glowstick (I rate all my combats in terms of glowstick carrying capacity once they’ve been loaded with sunglasses, wallet, iPhone, headphones, etc) slightly cammo effect 4 pocket combats from Next. They matched my shoes at the time (tragic, I know, but hey) and worked well for the types of club I went to. Their first outing was to Rock City and the have since been to many clubs.

The MKII clubbing troos were bought because a) Next didn’t stock the MkI’s any more, b) the Ml1’s were suffering from a zip failure which could lead to wardrobe malfunction if not checked regularly and c) I was going to a trance club and wanted something a little more ‘trendy’. The MkII’s are only a 16 glowstick capacity (8×2 rather than 6×4), although they have smaller ancillary pockets which are useful.

The MkI’s broke completely a few weeks ago and I wanted something a little more… well… ‘me’ than the MkII’s. My MkI and MkII wearing troos would do at a push but some of those are only 12 glowstick and a lot of them are actually in the wash (don’t like leaving washing out while the cleaners are here as it gets in the way so I don’t do washing during the latter half of every other week). Cue the MkIII troos. They are from Next and similar to the MkI’s but there are only 3 leg pockets, not 4 which are slightly bigger which could possibly allow for a 24 stick capacity, but at the moment I’m going to rate them as 20. Thats 3 lots of 6 in the pockets and, and this is why we’re so thoroughly excited about these trousers, 4 in the pocket that is just perfect for glowsticks. Look! Little hoops and all. It’s just all so wonderfully exciting (you have to bear in mind I was trying to get my mother to make me something like this a couple of months ago. She declined).

And yes, I’m aware of the fact that I need to get out more (or less, depending on if you think I should be kept away from people). At least I’ve spared you commentary  on the MkII wearing troos, MkI and MkII t-shirts (I’m thinking of getting rid of the MkI’s) and my plans for MkIII t-shirts.

…bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy…

It would appear to be 20 to tomorrow and I’ve yet to have dinner. Or lunch for that matter. Whoops. Think I might go for a little snackette of banana on toast before retiring to bed. Still, at least it’s been a productive [if intensely dull] day.

I can’t get settled today and it’s beginning to drive me nuts. Doesn’t help that I’ve got a stack load of paperwork I want to do in preparation for not having an income and living off savings. Restless and dull paperwork are not good bed fellows. Going to give it until 4 and then I’m going to go kill myself down the gym if I haven’t settled by then. In the mean time today is bought to you by: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! [shouted while running about aimlessly with hands waving above head]