Some well-needed distraction from this essay while I went to get a drink. If you can’t read the French then just read the bottom two lines.

Adele - Someone Like You.

I can’t stop listening to this song, though if you’re currently of a heightened emotional state I wouldn’t recommend it.

This sounds like a very good album, however it annoys me how she’s called it 21 as it only rubs it in my face that her last album was called 19 and I am 19 now and I haven’t released an album yet. Not that I’m going to, let alone two by the time I’m 21, but it just reminds me that I’ve achieved nothing so far, left no lasting mark.

Or get so depressed they eat themselves to death? Hahahahaha.

No, I’m not really depressed (or a particularly nice guy for that matter) but it does annoy me when a series of very small shitty things happens and you’re expected to take it on the chin, one after the other, until all these shitty things hitting you on the chin actually add up to be one big fucking shitty thing and in fact it really fucking hurts to keep taking them on the chin.

Maybe I am depressed? Or insane? Maybe someone could diagnose me? In the meantime, who’s up for another fried egg?