It's weekend. I am pleased about that. Very pleased. I'm also pleased that I didn't have to lift any heavy objects today. You have to appreciate the little things like that in your life.

Things are moving quite slowly at the moment. Not a whole lot going on. Not much to look forward to in the immediate future. Just the little things. Dreaming about Skye. Joey Heric back on the Practice. I dig John Laroquette. I dig.

The little, tiny, miniscule things. If you can't appreciate the universe then try to appreciate the sub-atomic particles that makes it all hang together. I can't believe my chemistry teacher was surprised I only got a 7 at the exam (that's like.. D+ or something).

But I think that's all there is to say. I was planning on putting up a scan of a page from PC Format circa 1995 where they mention John Leslie, who is the alleged rapist of Ulrika Jonsson according to the UK media these days. But then I realized that there really is no point to that and since 95% of my readers are American they probably don't know who John Leslie or Ulrika Jonson are anyway. Another amusing celebrity anecdote down the drain. But hopefully this will help sell the book even more.

I must have had too much pretend-coffee, I'm not usually that nasty in the morning.

Anyway, off to bed and hopefully sweet dreams.

np: zero - stars on my ceiling