Rain rain rain. Well maybe not that much. I think that when you spend too much time indoors, even if you sleep lots, you still get tired. Italian verbs are as very dull.

I miss my music. I want to listen to the Pixies, to Grandaddy and to Sparklehorse. I've got one bloody compilation cd that I never want to listen to again. I've got the new Vines cd which just isn't very good. MTV is the crappest tv channel of all time. It actually makes your brain play terrible music.

I am eating very well out here. I'd even say that I'm eating better than in France. Ha ha. No really, the food is excellent here. The fresh ingredients and all that. And everyone knows how to cook as well. No one is rubbish at cooking. But then if I didn't like pasta I guess I'd be in trouble.

Tomorrow is Mum's birthday, so I'm ringing. I've had a horrible series of evenings that have meant that I haven't been able to talk to Kat, which is terrible. I'm such a miserable bastard. I will try to be more positive in these posts from now on. I swear I get S.A.D. All it takes is one morning of rain, and I'm all prepared to stay in bed till the next day. I also wonder if anyone reads any of this website. Oh, and there is a ginger haired pervert sitting next to me in the internet shop, who is looking at stills of film stars, and scrolling down to their chest areas. Hurrah hurrah.