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i keep getting letters from the bank and the student loan company letting me know that i owe them each a great sum of money, and that i am fairly well fucked. these letters go straight in the bin. well, the waste-paper recycling bag.

somebody mistakenly rang me this morning thinking i was an electrician. i almost went round to their house to give it a go and charge them some exorbitant amount. and drink those free cups of tea that these people always get.

this isn't interesting. today three years ago was a good day.