2005-01-11 - 11:59 p.m.
A another year and another birthday gone.
Mad people got madder. I got poorer. The country slipped further into a grinning, Stepford-Wives sub-plot and the mice are getting back into my house again.
I need a big net, some filthy lucre, a gun, and a cat.
When that lot's sorted, I'm off to live where nobody knows my name.
