I'm far more calmer today. I don't hate all people anymore, just some of the people. Especially the girl from "Hitler's Youth" (or the Quiet Patrol as some more kindly people like to call them) who just told me that I can't occupy a computer and read my paper at the same time. Well, thats a blatant lie because I was quite happily doing both until she came along. So it is physically possible. I tried telling her I needed to do both at the same time as I needed to quote the paper I was reading for an essay I was writing on the computer. I'm pretty sure that would have worked had I not had it open on the TV guide page. As you can probably guess I resolved to put my paper away and just use my computer.

Its Mum Bum's birthday this weekend and bloody Mothers Day too. Anyone would think the broad is trying to bankrupt me. I mean how inconsiderate is it of her to line up the two key events of the year where I have to buy her presents so closely together? Next year, mark my words she'll manage to engineer it so Mother's Day and her Birthday all coincide with Christmas. It'll happen, she's a mother, they have ways and means.

Unfortunately, trying to get her a present has gone at all well and I've just ended up buying myself loads of stuff instead. Amazon is a dangerous place. I've bought myself three books (the Rotters' Club, The Closed Cirle and The House of Sleep) two of which I already own but their both at my Brother's house and I want to read them now, an Audio CD of the Mighty Boosh and a new USB disk type thing to save all my work on. I only went on there to order Mum Bum a copy of Bridget Jones' Diary 2 on DVD.

At this rate she might just have to be fobbed off with the fact that I'm going back to see her this weekend and that is a gift enough.