It's a dark and cooling Saturday night. It was warm today, but I think we'll need the heater on tonight. Which sucks because Mum won't put it on, because it's not that time of year yet, even if I am getting fucking frostbitten fingers. Well, exagerrating, but that's only because I'm pissed off about the football. Television is a polluting media. You can't have a group in a room with one person watching a television and the rest unaffected by the box. Simply by being around it you have to pay at least a little attention to it. So here I am being force fed football. I hate it. Guess I should've gotten a job in Melbourne or something...