Patrick's Soapbox

My stomach feels like it has a large lump of lead in it, that is pushing against the front

part of my person. It is quite annoying and uncomfortable. Hopefully it goes away over night, though it didn't through

sleep this morning. I'm sitting up against my wall in bed, which I haven't done in a long time. It's quite a good

way to sit for writing a journal entry, but that's just me. It's mostly a relatively comfortable position. My stomach

isn't really playing the game, but still.

The definitive entry to this blog entry is Revolution

9, from The Beatles' White Album. After this you make pick any song on my "Never Heard" smart playlist.

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I went to the Wellington

Christmas parade with sean, vallyon and richie. I like Christmas parades, so that was good. Walking around town ensued,

and lunch was purchased at Courtenay Central. My stomach threatened to have me arrested for feeding it, so I apologiesed

profusely and it said it'd leave me alone for a little while. Which it did, but not for as long as it said.

/> I got home, rested, recorded some 460MB of television, and then had a nap, and then watched Duice Bigalo: Male Gigalo.

Hope I spelt that right. It was entertaining. And that kind of leaves us here, and now.

Work was work was

work, and I just don't feel like moaning about it here, so I won't.

I front of me I see Lemon Pepper.

Why is this significant you might ask, thinking perhaps there might be an answer.

Roar.