Nothing.

I don't really know what to say. Every so often I feel that nothing I do or know or say or have really justifies the process of going on living. Usually I keep this to myself, but I do think that I should actually say this at least once. I probably won't mention this again, but bear in mind that it happens moderately regularly. Silence does not equal cheerfulness.

Captain's log, supplemental :

That long walk home's a killer. There's far too much time to think - which, asI always say, only causes trouble and should be avoided. Still, things are generally better in the morning, and today's no exception. Sleep is my friend, and I've some old and valued friends to see - for the first time in more than a year for one, and about three years for the other.

Stanley Milgram Strikes Back.

I ended up walking to the nearby Kwik-Fit to meet Suze and Steve - they had a flat tyre, so i directed them to the nearest tyre place to me (which was also the nearest to them, happily) and then we went into town. After hot chocolate, a visit to Games & Puzzles and a sweep through the Borders CD sale (especially damaging after yesterday's visit to Parrot's closing-down sale - that makes 15 new CDs in two days, although they were all vastly reduced) we decided to have a swift bite before they went back Londonwards. As we walked through Market Square, I spotted Mike from work going past, with his pink hair, on his bicycle. I waved and said "Hi Mike." Steve turned round, waved and said "Hi Mike." Mike adopted a shocked expression and said "Steve. What are you doing here?" Suze smiled sweetly and said "Hello Mike. We haven't seen you in a while."

Apparently Steve and Mike were students together several years ago, and have been keeping (obviously too) loosely in touch. So we all went to some place that sells lots of chicken (and fortunately also vegeburgers) for a late lunch.

It's a mini-adventure. The end.