i think christian felt a bit guilty about not going to the crypt last night, bless him. he shouldn't have, there's been plenty of times when i've been dragged to a nightclub (well, alright, about four times) and wasn't up for it, and it was shit. i think it's my own fault for not getting out and meeting more people so that i don't have to rely on poor old christian so much to prop me up when i'm bored

anyway, went round his tonight, watched some deep space nine. i think the vodka was part of a cunning plan of his to brainwash me into liking star trek. despite myself i've enjoyed all the episodes i've seen of the last series. unlike tng's hurried attempts at tieing up plot threads, or voyager's simply not giving a toss, it seems like the people who made ds9 actually cared about the characters and plots they created and wanted to make it all end in a satisfying way. of course, a lot of people saw the ending and weren't satisfied, but what the hell

on the way back, i saw the milk truck drive by, which was a bit disturbing. normally the milk truck is a sign that it's time for me to go to sleep as it's Far Too Late. however i'm pretty sure it's not that late yet. not reeeally late anyway. man, maybe my body clock's even more fucked than i thought it was

also on the way back i was puzzled to see a set square lying on the pavement. made me pause a moment in thought

look, i know it's not some beautiful wonder at frost/christmas tree metaphor thing, but work with me okay?

hmmm...

set square! SET SQUARE!

right, that's it, i'm going to bed