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I hate having no job! Didn't think I would, but it's starting to slow rot my mental capacity, and I'm sure that's not a good thing. But then, have a look at my day:

Woke up at 3 in the afternoon after having 11 hours sleep, felt slightly rubbish. Was woken up numerous times before hand by the builders, but I was having this fantastically crazy dream and I wanted to finish it!

Ooh my dream! Oh my god, it was amazing! For some reason, we were all on a planet that looked like Edinburgh. But only one street on princes street, and then the rest of it was like stereotypical LA. It was... sunny. And for some reason I was driving a Delorean, except it was a lot more futuristic. But definately a Delorean! Anyway, so I'm driving down this one street in Edinburgh, over and over again, and then I stop the car, and in gets this guy. I can't see what he looks like because he's wearing a sith lord-style cloak, and his face is covered up. But I know that I have to keep driving. So we drive out into stereotypical LA where all the streets look the same and there are palm trees everywhere. And then we stop outside this tent. And we go inside, and there are tons of people, all dressed in really amazing clothes. And then suddenly, I walk down the middle of them, and I'm in a wedding dress. And look at the guy who was in the car, and it turns out I'm marrying Alan Tudyk! Fantastic! If only....

So anyway. The builders kept waking me up and I wanted to finish this dream, so I only got up at 3, I guess you could say it was in protest. That's what I like to believe, anyway.

I then spent most of the day on the phone to the bank (argh!) which, unless you work for a bank, is an horrendous task (and even if you do, don't try to tell me that you enjoy it). And then I spent a record hour and a half looking at and laughing at chuck norris jokes. I'd say that this was sad, but it's Chuck Norris. And that would be an insult, and I don't want to die.

So now it's half 2 in the morning, and I'm chatting to people I don't know from the other side of the world, with my... 8th glass of g+t, and life feels good. I'm unemployed, about to start a scary new future in Edinburgh, but I'm slightly drunk, and that helps the worrying go away.