I have just returned from a pleasant evening out. The Last Samurai was good. Shame about the short exposure to Billy Connely, in that it was short.
Then we went back to our pals flat and talked until now, sorry Six Foot Hobbit, I tried to call you at 11, at home, to invite you out, but the Ubergeek may have been online.

In short, I still don't feel like a member of the human race, its like everything is happening to me on TV, I don't really even feel depressed. Worryingly, I don't feel happy, or anything else either. Gods, please let this bubble burst, I don't care what happens now but this can't go on much longer.