Today, I wiped out a band of international terrorists, using only a flick knife, a rubber band and a tube of toothpaste.

So, I woke to the sound of gunfire. I pulled back my curtains and saw 7 or 8 men in balaclavas firing automatic weapons at a lorry carrying a large nuclear warhead.

Well, no, but that sounds more interesting than me telling you I woke to the sound of the doorbell, and pulled back my curtains to see a car. A car belonging to the person who rang the doorbell, no less. So I threw on clothes, went and said hi, and then felt pretty rough for the next few hours. See, this is what happens when I get up too early after a night of drinking. Or rather, that is what happens when I get up too early after a night of drinking, and this is what happens when I get bored and decide to write a diary entry.

Firebird still sucks it.

Shaun came over today, and just before we started playing computer games, my PSU blew. Yay. Then when I got it working, it wasn't fast enough, so I swapped in my laptop. But then it wasn't pretty enough, so we watched films.

That was my day. It was very exciting.