Alright day as Boxing Days go, I suppose. Why? Because I did fuck all, saw United win in a fairly dominant fashion, then I proceeded to do fuck all when I got home. Well, I also retrieved my razor from my student house after going without it for a week, encouraging the filthy beard, but there’s literally nothing else to that anecdote. It’s surely a culdesac of despair. Might do a proper United report tomorrow if I can be arsed.
I will now proceed with attempting to recover from my third cold of December (this week’s specialty symptom: sore throat/no voice) and starving myself to restore some equilibrium to the food consumption for the month. May go and buy some box sets, it seems appropriate.
Christmas money going on DVDs of The Shield and Scott Pilgrim and The Wire.
FOR THE BABY JESUS.
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