Old chinese man say: when story over, close book.

Tomorrow is my last working day at Blitz. It's going to be sad to leave and say goodbye to a happy chapter in my life, but like the littlest hobo, I just keep moving on. I'm not exactly sure why the littlest hobo didn't want to settle down, maybe for the same reason I don't... because I'm not an interesting enough person to be satisfied with a static environment. It's the old 'trick the stupid person by dangling a sombrero and Spanish flag in front of them' distraction tactic, it's not ME that's uninteresting, it's everyone else!!! Yeah, whatever Robert, I'll be moaning about being bored as soon as I land. Now, where's that flag?

Strangely, both my parents and girlfriend are moving right now too, I trust they're not moving into together, I'll have to check up on that. But it's working as a good, and slightly selfish, test for me... I'll learn from the horrendous mistakes they make in their respective moves. Alas, it appears that everything is going well, thus lulling me into a false sense of security which will backfire on me when I put all my rubbish in the removals van and throw all my clothes and electrical goods in the scrunty old skip at the back of my flat.

Speaking of which. The lady with the slightly man-ish voice has been ringing me up again to 'touch base' about the renting of my flat. I've never liked the term "touching base"... it confuses my sexual mind with 'getting to third base'... or whatever number you choose. I never did learn what the numbers represent. I know some people who would have you believe there's only the one base... but I wouldn't know about that because I'm a gentleman, of course.

So anyway, I've been frantically trying to finish all my stuff at work so as to not leave anyone 'in the shit', as it were, but the hard drive on my work computer has handily decided to pass out... very slowly.... repeatedly. At one point I gurned so hard at my computer my brain started to hurt. If only I'd taken that anger management course at work I might have avoided that period where I had to punch myself in the face to calm down.

Other news... the Spanish learning shenanigans are going well. Things are starting to go in the brain nicely now. Although I keep forgetting which is which "I would like..." and "I want...". I figure I'll just be known as the guy that walks around shouting "I WANT THAT!" in all the shops, it'll be my shtick. Besides, the Spanish aren't known for their politeness, something that I'm having to prepare myself for.

R