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I had the most remarkable dream. About a plane crash. It was all fairly lucid and made sense, and wasnt all that scarey, mainly because I was laughing at Osama Bin Laden who was sitting opposite me muttering "shit, shit, shit. Not today, you idiots."

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Ah crap, here it comes...

I have the car in pieces and want to get it put back together. I planned to cook dinner for Paul and Alan last night, but by the time I managed to get there Paul had already started cooking. I wanted an early night but ended up till 2am listening to my flatmate rant. Paul wants lunch. Now. I wanted to arrange a BBQ today at my place but I dont have food, alcohol or a BBQ to cook on, and while I know precisely where to get all those things, I also know that getting them will be a long, complicated affair which will end up with me being frustrated, angry and depressed.

So my brain has decided to bypass all the fucking about and head straight for the frustrated, angry and depressed. Thanks, Brain.

*sigh*

accomplished

New dashboard (sans splits), new factory-look Supercharger disable switch, half a mile of unused wiring removed, entire under-dash area cleaned and detailed, including the insides of all air ducts. Yes, I'm fastidious when I'm in this mood, and woe betide anyone who interrupts me.



I even managed to drag myself to SPQR for brunch with Paul, Paul and David, and I actually enjoyed myself. Possibly because I was running on teh horny, possibly because Paul accidentally tried to drink directly from the wine bottle, realised what he was about to do, and in his embarassed flustered state managed to throw most of the contents of his glass over himself. Excellent.