Who watches the Wedgeman?

Hey all you people out there in the wide world of the internet. You're cooler than you seem.

Anyway, this blog code seems fantastic now so once again many thanks to rollerwhotsit and co. who undoubtedly were involved.

I now have a job. Cards go from being unsorted in boxes to being sorted and packaged in different boxes. I'm involved somewhere along the way. It's extremely dull and I'm not sure exactly how long I can stick at it. I'm also not sure exactly why I'm doing it. I guess my student loan will need repaying eventually so that's a long-term goal (even if I'm not making nearly enough money for it!).

I went back to my school today for my brother's Prizegiving (he managed to win just the two prizes this year, almost a disappointment, really!). It was rather shocking stuff seeing all his friends looking more grown-up than me. Nice to see some of the teachers, though. The ones I got on with ok, that is. Feels like I've been away much longer than a year. All very strange stuff. Anyway, it's not exactly late but I still feel I should be getting to bed as everyone else in the house has disappeared. Silly people. I never had this problem in halls, you know, there was always someone singing drunkenly in the corridor at all hours... On second thoughts, perhaps silence really is golden.

In the meantime, GTA: San Andreas is like a miniature little world where I don't have to work and where I can drive and get cool haircuts and be rich and fly planes and sail the seven seas and more I've not got the time to mention so I suggest you all play it until you're totally sick of every single song on the radio (and then maybe you should put some .mp3s (all of which you already own legally, of course) on for custom stuff and enjoy the game all the more.) Sheer brilliance.