Monday cannot die early enough. I feel a cold coming on. In my cleaning frenzy, i packed just about everything in the house away, and if it couldn't be packed, it made it's way into one of the lucky-packet-from-hell cupboards in the kitchen. I haven't seen Silverback the mouse of late. There was a time when Phil would comment on the Silverback's nonchalance; fat and carefree, waddling across the carpet, waiting for him to wink at you. Maybe Silverback needed some excitement in his life, and braved one of the kitchen cupboards and got ambushed and killed by rogue tupperware.

The flat has been almost entirely swept under the carpet, it's a delicate equilibrium, a very sensitive ecosystem, part of which is destroyed about twice a week when one of us does the washing up. I tidied up, and then couldn't find something, typical. It doesn't help much us not having proper names for things, or calling things as though they might have been named by Captain Obvious; there's the fiesty little number that froths your milk for you, what the fuck is it actually called, 'whizzy thing'. We have 'Pokey thing', 'Hitty thing' which is actually a state of mind more than it is a MIDI keyboard. It's like Homer J. asking Marge for the 'metal thing that digs food' - we aspire, but we have far to go. Hence my word for today.

Back on track, i'm coming down with something, I think it would be a good idea to get the juicer I packed away yesterday out and start getting juiced up, on healthy drinky thing.

A cat would have solved Silverback's adrenaline addiction very quickly, or an air rifle - i could have bought night vision goggles and kept a snipers eye on the lounge floor. I'd love the air rifle though, there are noisy fuckers, drunks, who roam the streets at night, like last night, rummaging through peoples garbage and throwing it about the place. The sound of a lead pellet whirring past the ear would cause them to pause, but only pause, its when they get something stuck in their neck that confusion would really kick in, 2, 3 will have them running. If only.