I’m sitting here at home, watching the Bladerunner cut-scenes (which effectively tell the whole movie in a different way AND with different scenes; dead cool… oh and in 1/3 of the time!). I’m feeling good.

I got to the bottom of a bunch of issues which had been bugging me, and resolved things with M.

The oddness of the week, the bad energy, the down depressive state I was in (due at least in part to my diet due to being penniless) is now gone.

I’m feeling better. I’m feeling good.

And I’m feeling tired.

Unfortunately the big mac, the twin processor mirror drive door machine I use for my entertainment unit – running DVDs and music – had an issue with its hard disk; so I’m reinstalling the OS. Hopefully it won’t take much longer because I want to go to bed.

And before you tell me that I can just leave it running, the machine is positioned right where my head is on the other side of the wall… and I don’t like having any electrical equipment running near my head when I’m sleeping; makes me restless.

But I may need to get over it; so there you are.

Here’s to sleeping for long periods.

Here’s to not having one’s laptop right beside one while attempting to sleep, with the standby light glowing brighter and dimmer like a heartbeat, and the power point blazing away in orange and then green.

Better to put the whole thing on the other side of the room, or better still, in a bag.

Even better, is not to use said laptop for hours before going to sleep.

Thanks to M:bot for this hideous monstrosity.

Isn’t technology wonderful?

Here I am, I’ve just watched Yet Another Doctor Who episode, with a PC on one side (which I’m backing-up, then going to reformat – Muahahaaaa, take THAT Microsoft – for a friend) a Mac on the other, a cat on the chair beside me (all right, he’s not technology, but it’s a nice touch) and to add to the mix, I’ve just been told via a BBC announcement over the end of the episode that I can hear writer Mark Gatisss right now on BBC3 and the champagne lifestyle awaits on The National Lottery Jetset.

Just like being there, ey?