Disc burning has been the main activity taking my time for most of today
although with just a plastic spindle for storing them on at the moment
I will need to soon start investing in new wallets.
My obsessive compulsive disorder can hit me the worst when it comes
to sorting out my recordable DVDs.
Britain's Got Talent on the other hand was fairly average
and most of the public seem to agree to the point of which
speculation about The X Factor and the new judging panel
unveiled today is more interesting.
Reminds me of an off the cuff comment made by Paul O'Grady
not long ago reflecting the viewing habits of the public;
"If it ain't X Factor, I'm not f'kn interested!"
Simon Cowell's return and his premise of going to deadlock just
went to prove that even if a dash of shit stirring won't improve
things, but I'll carry on watching as I'm still sort of recovering
from my muddles earlier in the month.
In addition to Kate and Olly's visit tomorrow I have an appointment
at Laurel House to discuss how I have been since being prescribed to
the drugs and it's fair to say they are improving.
With the boozing do on Sunday, and The Room at Leicester Square
two days earlier, it's a steady return to stability.
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