Fuctov

If you can hear any kind of loud and frequent hissing sound at the moment coming from the vague direction of the Midlands it's probably my spleen venting at regular intervals, a bit like the reactor in Aliens.

I'm not going to rant on about it here, because I'm not a dirty laundry kinda guy. Just... GRRRRR.

I don't even know who I'm angry with, or even if I'm angry at anyone in particular rather than just with life and Fate and all that gubbins.

The only good thing about today has been watching the season five premiere of Angel. I should've saved that for this evening, because I could sure fucking do with cheering up right now.