December 22nd, 2006


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Scene: A Coffee Shop. Me, working away on the giant laptop of doom.
Waitress: Excuse me?
Me: Er...yes?
Waitress: You know everything about computers?
Me: Well, not quite. What's the problem?
Waitress: I want to buy a laptop.
Me: What do you need it for? Just email and the internet, or writing, or playing DVDs or-
Waitress: World of Warcraft.

In other news, I have a remote control Dalek. Tremble before me!

In other, other news this book is hell and I have a cold and I want to die or even better stop writing this book but I still have 16 pages to go agh.