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well, looks like monday night was a shite night for more than just me.

i came home at 6pm and watched 6 straight episodes of my favorite british rom/com/dram tv series, cold feet, on dvd. god, i love netflix. i walked around my apartment speaking to myself in my best mancunian accent peppered with a really bad northern irish accent and sprinkled with a decent posh london accent. i pretended i was bridget jones. i lived vicariously through six characters on screen and realized how pathetic it all was. pathetic dahling, pathethic.

so, while nothing good came out of my shite night, a very good blog posting came out of nix's. check it out: pause touch weigh