feeling sick. been this way since yesterday. or the day before yesterday. or rather night. or rather, when i was lying down waiting for sleep to turn to wakefulness. anyway, it sucks. but it seems to give me this gravelly voice which, as i was told, sounds nice.

2hr 20min of econs today was no joke. quite the opposite really. i think keynes is a really irritating man. or half man. multiplier and accelerator stuff is seriously a huge pain.

paddy clarke HAHAHA! now that book is some serious shiz. so now i know it's possible to win the booker prize simply by narrating random events that happen around you. like, oh i see a cat licking itself. i walked down to the jetty. the ships came in a variety of shapes, sizes and colours. the sea was calm. the skies are blue, the clouds are white, the trees are green. i walked down the beach and listened to the sound of the waves lapping against the shore. liam and aidan wanted to go home. to their mum-less home. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........

but it's irish, that's cool :D