i'm writing this at a netcafe because for the past few days my phone has been dead. cie the cnut0rs cut me off! (u mean eircom?) cie the useless feckers!! (what did they do?) they cut the bluddy cable! (eh?) and they chopped down the telephone poles along the railway line!! (why?) they thought nobody was living on this side of the tracks ffs - people have been living here since the house was built. why do u think there are five cars outside the house!? eircom could install a temporary cable but in order to get it the way it was before they would have to stick up a whole new telephone pole and thats not going to happen. i'm happy with the temp cable but how long will that take ffs?

yesterday the 087 network was bollixed. there was also a powercut in cork and half of the city lost power (somehow my house wasn't affected). but worst of all my tv just stopped working! i still have rte1 and 2 but because i live under a cliff the reception is shite. yesterday i went to watch tv and i was faced with the overwhelming choice between tennis and would you believe. usually rte doesn't have anything more exciting than news for the deaf. so until i get my multichannel back i'll have to think of something else to do during the day. my thumbs are practically blistering from the amount of pool/snooker i've been playing and i'm almost out of money. yesterday i read a book(!) a whole book in one day of about 240 pages :o despite vague memories of physics (study?) i still can't remember what life was like before quake.....

i'm dreading school on monday - they might have the pre's corrected and my over-reliance on irc-idling on weeknights will be exposed. how many times did i refer to hamlet as an "agy fag9t"? good new though - there are a few people running around dm9 with gauntlets and machine guns next to me in the netcafe. when i get my phone back ure all ded. (of old age probably) :(