Ground control to Major Tom, your circuit's dead, there's something wrong

Can you hear me Major Tom?

I've just had a very boring Bank Holiday Monday. The only thing that has made today worthwhile is that I will receive a day's pay for sitting on my arse, shooting Nazis and watching celebrities play golf. My life is a wild fucking party.

My girlfriend is either very busy or ignoring my emails for some strange reason. Perhaps she feels she no longer needs to talk to me or email, after getting through the last few days with minimal communication. My God she's going to fucking leave me.

I have an extra day at work tomorrow. My colleagues have booked some well-timed holidays, meaning I get extra money when I really need it most. Most of this money will be spent on alcohol, as the girlfriend's sister (whom I have more contact with in the last week than my girlfriend) and everybody's favourite gay are coming over to stay and will no doubt drag me out drinking (kicking and screaming, of couse).

I have no idea why I'm blogging any of this, because if my last few posts are anything to go by, nobody's going to read it, let alone post a comment. My readership has ceased to be, I have an ex-readership.