Fallout 3: complete. 75 hours, goddamn. I don't think I've devoted that amount of time to a game since Final Fantasy 9, almost a decade ago.

And it's not even fully complete, there's still quests to do, stuff to collect, followers to steal. Oh, and there's (soon to be) three add-on missions, if I ever want to actually spend money on it.

Do I want to play Oblivion? Hell. Fucking. NO!

Do not eat pizza less than an hour before bed.
Do not play Left 4 Dead less than two hours before bed.
Do not play FEAR 2 less than an hour before bed.

You will not sleep easily.

The reader comments section of the Metro always interests me. One particular comment was on the subject of whether a glass of wine staves of cancer or not.

"Will wine affect out longevity? Who cares? Out organs have a use-by-date - you don't know it so don't fret it. Why live longer anyway? Want to see the kids grow up? They'll disappoint you and you'll bore them. Partner can't cope without you? They sound like a leech. Terrified you won't be missed? Then there's no point to you anyway. We should aim to die younger - and die smiling"

Dee called it pessimistic and cynical, but I think too much emphasis is placed on how long you live. Personally, I'd like to call it quits around 65 or 70, earlier if I loose large pieces of independence. I see no dignity in being infirm, incontinent and reliant on someone else to feed, wash and generally keep you alive.

Perhaps this view will change in 50 years, when my ego drives me to find some meaning in my insignificant existence.

Mugabe like cake. And little girls.

Hey, world. Remember when I said "fuck you"?

Yeah, go fuck yourself again. And do it properly this time.

Fuck you, world. Fuck you.

Did I ever mention how much I love the snow? It's probably the only thing I'll tolerate most clichés about. I can imagine my face lit up like a kids when I stepped out this morning and saw it covering the paths, I couldn't resist texting Laila "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Snooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!". The huge graveyard near here is absolutely coated in the stuff, anyone fancy a snowfight? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?

On a seperate note, I really need new LJ icons. I had completely forgot about them, and looking at them now, most have outlived their usefulness.

Thar be a kitty at my keyboard. Kitty + irish cream, coffee and milk = ???

In all of mankind's technological advances, new, black, formal shoes still cut shreds out of your feet. I'm disappointed. And thus my dislike of men's formal and smart attire continues.

I was telling two work colleagues about Bex's upcoming hen party and wedding. One of them remembered I had a girlfriend and joked that we'll be going up the aisle next. I reply that's not likely if I have any say in it, they remind me the catching of the bouquet and it's curse. Indeed, that gave me something to ponder about. Over the next half hour, I think of various ways of sabotaging this potentially... disastrous rite. I have two ideas.

1) A small amount of C4 or Semtex hidden inside the flowers will create a rather spectacular display. I have a few contacts...

2) I hide in the crowd and, at the opportune moment, administer with surgical precision a prod to the back of Laila's knee.

I can't decide which is my prefered course of action. Any thoughts?

Oh, and I've pulled the calf of my right leg and walking is almost agony.

If it's not plain not being able to get to sleep, it's waking up ever hour or so and having dreams about going to Brunei with Laila, only for her family to leave me on island surrounded by a river that is rapidly rising >.< And she wonders why I'd rather not go there...

My room's cold, my bed's cold, my chair's cold, this keyboard's cold, my hands are cold, as are my feet. Oh, and I still can't sleep.

Ahhhhh, for fuck's sake. I can't sleep. It's not the normal case of not feeling tired. My body is weary, just lying in bed I feel like sinking into the mattress in relief. I slept for an hour already, but now I just can't seem to get back into it. The past few nights have felt like I've either slept too lightly, or too deeply. I wake up feeling groggy and come 10pm, normally a prime time, I'm considering bed. The reason I don't go then is past experience, which dictates I'll wake up around 3-4am and need to go back to bed around 7am, but have to be up again at 10am for work. The hours just don't add up to what I need. Also, the past restless nights have left me with a feeling of dreaming a lot more, and for longer than usual. Normally I'm left with no recollection of night time imaginings.

Thankfully I'm only working for 4 hours tomorrow, then off to Laila's for Christmas. I've yet to get her parents a present, but will have time after work to find something. Perhaps I'll recycle this porn movie Kush got Laila and she left here...

Tonight, I'd like to talk to you about human interaction. That is, the interaction between you as customers and the staff at the store.

You may not know it, or maybe your parents didn't know it themselves and thus never told you, but there's two things called 'manners' and 'etiquette' that are essential in communication. Maybe not with the low brow, chest-beating, my-slur-is-slurier-than-your-slur talking that barely qualifies as communication that you're accustomed to with your peers. But when you wish to ask for help from us, there are certain rules to follow. Let me lay them out for you in easy, step by step instructions.

1; The greeting. This is essential in gaining the attention of the employee. Quite often we are not aware of what is going on around is. So boring is the job that we engross ourselves in our own thoughts.
Acceptable examples are saying "excuse me", "can you help me" etc or simply stepping into our sight while attempting eye contact. All of these will ensure the employee knows of your presence and gives you their attention, without leaving them grumpy and less inclined to be helpful.
Unacceptable examples include just asking a question out of the blue and touching us in any way no matter how friendly.
Totally unacceptable and anger worthy methods are poking, hitting and screaming.

2; The question. A well spoken and clear question conveys your wish to the employee with a minimum of confusion and enables us to help you as efficiently as possible. If you're looking for a specific item, we may have to ask a supervisor or other member of staff.
Good examples include having a sample of the clothing to hand for us to see, or a simple nouns such as tights, dresses, jeans. Adjectives such as colour, price and location all help.
Bad examples use terms we may not be familiar with such as slacks, pantoons, any designer's name etc.

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I cannot believe I am typing this much for such a pointless entry. Fuck it, all motivation is dead.

You made the right choice, America. We're proud of you.

I got a letter this morning from the Student Loans Company. I owe them £1400 plus interest. What the hell happened to not paying it back until you're earning a certain amount? I have no fucking clue what I'm going to do. Call them up and see if it can be added to my general loan total.

Just when I thought life was going well.