So yesterday I got up; ate breakfast; knocked out enough work from 9am to 10am to pay for the rest of the day; went into town; met an internet acquaintance at my club, for a drink which turned into lunch which turned into most of the afternoon (and the acquaintance turned into a friend); got told I was cool twice; picked up my comics; didn’t buy a wardrobe; but did buy a splendid jacket after someone complimented me on it as I tried it on; stepped out into a torrential downpour, but didn’t take out my umbrella, better to get completely and utterly soaking wet; was smiled at by at least four cute girls; took a bus to the South Bank; bought a ticket on impulse for a film I’d never heard of; played with a free DS while I waited; drank a pint of wheat beer; was selected to receive a free bag of anime goodies; watched the film, which was refreshing and affecting in equal parts; left the cinema; abruptly found myself participating in an my book; slept like a very tired log. It was a good day.