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so i have a fair bit to talk about today, but i'm not certain i will manage / remember to mention it all.

i slept in till lunch time today, thank god. i dont feel so lethargic today.
dont get me wrong, i'm still tired. just not as tired.

i walked up to the bank, to see if i had been paid, i had, so took some money out. walked back down, to the house, and bumped into my friends mother. they live across the road.

she talks a lot. a LOT. and i couldn't get away for a good 10 minutes. she's a very strange woman, her nickname for me has been "little shit" for a long time. but she says it in a "nice" way. she talks the world of me to others, but yet i'm still "little shit". annoying.

anyway, eventually i go off to edinburgh, i take my laptop, i go to starbucks. in starbucks a fellow with plenty of tattoos sits next to me and pulls out a sony vaio laptop that i've seen before. i dont spot the distribution, but i recognise the window manager and transparency levels. i realise i met this guy at a linux developers conference.

i write all day, i drink a lot of coffee, i head home.

i forget of course, that the forth road bridge is down to 1 lane, the tailbacks are huge.

now i'm a hoarder. ever since i was a kid, i've been picking things up. i used to come home with pockets full of crap. i also have a problem in that if i select something, i need to take it. for instance, if i decide to get a magazine, the first one i pick up, i have to have, even if it's ripped. the first copy of the book i want, i have to get, the first bag of crisps i see, i have to get. when i was little i could never give things up. i couldn't just throw away a stone, i had to keep it. sticks, toys, i had to keep them. if i really wanted rid of them i had to throw them in the sea, down the drain in the bin. somewhere i couldn't get them back, otherwise i'd get upset and find them.

anyway, i fell down a tangent.

last week on the bus i spotted some bright red lipstick rolling around on the floor. brand new. i grabbed it. decided that if this was a movie, or a computer game, i'd have to use it to write on a mirror with it or something. i decided that i might even give it to someone. i stuck it in my pocket.

today on the bus, in the traffic, right at the back, i found a use for it.

in big backwards letters, i wrote on the inside of the window:

"why oh why didn't i get the TRAIN?!?"

i got smiles and thumbs ups from other drivers, stuck in the traffic jam. it was fun.

as we came towards the park and ride, i realised there were about 5 bus drivers sitting outside. they'd see, shout to the driver, i'd probably be in trouble.

so i wipe off the sentance with my hand.

so i'm literally red handed.

amusing. becoming red handed to avoid being caught.

here is a picture of gigan

for some reason i always felt sorry for gigan. probably the hands.