Day 885

Last night I dreamt I went back to ABC again, and found out that it was the bloke Julian that betrayed me. I woke up at 7.20am with a deep feeling of peace. Don't know why. Perhaps a travail is never really over till you've dreamt about it, especially something like this that I suppressed so much information to myself about. I was still walking home when I started forcing myself to forget. And the first dream was only on Friday

Nice peaceful Sunday. Took 70 minutes to read the paper, it's getting ridiculous. Finalised the anti-'restart' armoury against tomorrow, apart from if there are any good ads in the Guardian tomorrow.

Watched J. Beadle, they should dump him and just show the videos and save a lot of cash. Tidied up the clip art discs.