Living up ot all the groupthink stereotypes, i'm a mentaly ill, unemployed, filthpig. But I can now scratch one of those things off my record. In anticipation of the birthday visit from my mum tomorrow, I've unfucked my living space, not just to a standard that I find personally acceptable, but one that is suitable for polite company!

Now I'm having a bath with a glass of wine and a bag of mini eggs. I may even be a little drunk! Merry January 22nd for those in my time zone, 21st to the rest and happy birthday to me!