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      Well, now, I’m off to Durham University, now. That, in September is going to be my new home for 3 years. There’s even an internship with Microsoft! Don’t know if it’s in the US though. And I can’t wait to get away from magnox generation and into university. Boy - I’m going to rip Durham apart. Boy.  Have you seen trainspotting?  
You should see my new computer. It barely fits in my room. The scanner and printer are stacked beside the harddrive and on the floor. There are so many wires for the speakers all coiled around and stuck down the back of the tower that they pick up the radio and play it quietly on the speakers. Hopefully I’ll get an egg credit card and be able to buy shit off the Internet. Good stuff, like Beck’s new album and stuff. What else am I doing? Listening to Basement Jaxx, Red Alert, which is a masterwork, it must be said. I don’t seem to have any books on my list though? Who cares? I want to make computer games. I’ve got to want something and this is it. COMPUTER GAMES. I’m going to download that 3D engine. Use the pirated version of 3D studio Max to make locations and then goddamn code them. Bloody hell, if I can do it, why can’t I? 
Oh about the book? Have you gone quiet all of a sudden? Am I going to have to poke you? I keep trying to think of a sufficiently mind blowing ending for my book. Some point to it, like Tiger Tiger has. The demolished man is okay, but it just seems to be a study of a how a person’s brain can destroy itself, which for what it was what a bloody good execution, but still, not quite the titanium strength of Tiger Tiger’s ending. Actually, bad writers borrow, good writers steal. I’m just going to have the ship collapse into a few big space vehicles, and fly off into space to form it’s own little colony somewhere. Telute is going to be brown, then slowly fade into green. The adult colour. When she realises she has to take her duties seriously.  And after that, I’m going to make this book into a labour of love. Add detail goddamn everywhere. Discussions of favourite candy and the texture of the old barmy bitch who sells them the boat. God, my language has deteriorated. And that big pink boat. That’s going to a folly. A good old English folly. A boat almost entirely covered with furry pink sheepskin material.

AND MORNING PAGES, jaysis, I’ve got to write them. I figured I should do it now. In the middle of the day, cos that would be better than doing it at home. Do you watch buffy the vampire slayer? WooHoo! I can’t believe Joss Whedon? Is he like gay? Or just a cool guy? Willow having feelings for Tara brilliant! I knew it, I knew it immediately they met on that sofa in the episode with the the no-screaming fairy tale guys. That Tara can’t be a very good actor if I know immediately. Maybe it’s just cos I’m in tune with that kind of thing.  

And FUCKING HELL, whayyy we like capitals, SOMEBODY stole my name!!!!There’s someone called sayer in a trashy fantasy book reviewed in SFX! The Bitch! I’ll have to change the spelling to sair, or something. Or saier, nah, saire maybe.  Whoa this diatribe is fair full of red underlining, whoops. 

And vampire and Zombies. Zombies especially, could there be a more perfect bit of horror? Death is supposed to mean rest, freed from desire, but then the dead get up and walk around insatiable. Death follows desire. Vampires and sexuality well-known link there I think. 
 

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