That went well.

There goes my one-a-day theme. Maybe it should be the 'one-a-week', or the 'each-time-I-remember-the-damn-thing' challenge?

While everyone's out with Lex (celebrating her birthday), I've resorted to doing nothing at all to maintain my morale (that doesn't even need explaining). You may know by now that I live in Worthing, not far from Brighton. This means gatherings, parties and related 'shizz' tend to be off limits, excluding the occasional meetings.

I don't know if you've ever tried to take a train from London to Brighton (if you can find one) after 11pm, but it's no more fun sharing the single-carriage train with a homeless guy than it is to share it with the result of a 'backfired stag do prank' and/or football match. It may sound cliched but that does (more 'impressively' than 'surprisingly') actually happen every time.

Luckily Coke, crisps, Last.fm and the iPlayer is enough to comfort me, since I only left work a couple'f hours ago.

Doesn't is a word. Dammit, Blogspot.

ZOMGWOW

Okay, as much as I hate to admit it, Beth was right.

Posting to blogspot isn't as horrible as I originally thought. That been said, it still refuses to accept that the word "isn't" exists as part of the English language. Uncool.

Despite my unwillingness, thanks to the likes of Beth, Lex and everyone else who has decided to stick with Blogspot despite it's legendary 'crapness', Blogspot's now become my main blogging platform.

As of now I'll try and do the one-a-day challenge for a year, though I doubt I'll make it as far as a week. Bear with me?

A small disclaimer:
Recently I've been feeling a bit weird, so I've attempted contact with you in the last few days, please forgive me. It's happening now, too.