The last few days are catching up to me. I haven’t had more than four hours sleep a night for the last few days, and I’m about to nod off at my desk. Between working and drinking, it’s all been kinda hectic. So now I feel like I’m about to nod off at my desk, which isn’t good, especially since I’ve got a busy Saturday ahead of me, and I’m kinda hoping to get a chunk of the remaining coding for ninthart done on Sunday. So, tonight, I go home, watch robot wars, and fall asleep watching the Matrix, I think.

My flatmates are out at a halloween bash tonight. Me, I’m such a deeply thrilling individual, I stayed in to write. My evening of work is now over, slightly after midnight. To relax: Baileys, Buffy and candles. Cocteau Twins on the stereo. Witness my awesome 24/7 party lifestyle, eh?

It’s halfway through the afternoon, and I still have the tail end of a hangover. Also, I can’t afford any of the groovy stuff I want to buy at the moment. This is all a bit of a pain. Busy weekend of work coming up, too. What worries me most is that I feel really good about it…

Acquisitions this weekend: The Beautiful South album and “Hawksmoor” arrived, which was nice. The new Frost novel, borrowed from Dad. And Baldur’s Gate II: Shadows of Amn. Just when I hit a really busy patch, too. How clever of me. Yes. So much for my evenings and weekends, at any rate.

Got Andrew’s computer more or less sorted, too. Don’t know if it actually has a modem (I can’t be arsed to crawl around and look, because the daft sod has left in such an awkward spot), but I’ve managed to convince it that it does, so we’ll find out at some point, I have no doubt. He’s currently playing this Sims, which I find incomprehensible. Boring, boring game.

Spent Saturday helping antony get shifted to his new home, and Sunday doing not-very-much. Pleasant weekend. Spent three days last week at home, rather than work, because I was on the verge of total collapse. Feeling considerably better now, but still trying to keep my workload down a bit outside of the dayjob. Haven’t really had a proper rest since January – even when I’ve been on holiday, I’ve been either working or partying, so rest has been in short supply, and I’m really not looking for a repeat of what happened this time last year – I suffered a total collapse, complete with being found lying on the floor asleep.

In other news, I’ve just acquired the domain name rain-street.org, so I’m looking for suggestions as to what I might do with it. Mail me if you have any bright ideas. At the moment, it just points to the frontpage of roadofhate.com, but I’d like to do something different with it. I just can’t decide what.

What Alasdair did at the weekend: had a bloody good time, actually. Met two of the comics writers I admire most, which was ace. I’d met Warren before, years ago, but I’d never met Garth Ennis, who turned up by blind chance, which was a thoroughly pleasant surprise. I think avoided turning into a drooling geek. Maybe. Got to hang out with a bunch of top class folk as well, regulars on the Warren Ellis message forums.

On from there to a very pleasant housewarming in South Woodford, where I wound up crashing, then spending half of sunday watching DVDs on the filthy and impressive home entertainment system, eventually getting home at about 8 on Sunday night. Then it was “rescue the flatmate’s laptop” which didn’t go well, sadly.

All that said, though, it dawned on me over the weekend, that most of my friends are “involved” with someone these days, to one extent or another, while I remain single. This is not the sort of thought you really want when tired and emotional late on a Sunday night, as it starts down the distressing “what’s wrong with me?” route. Still, all in all, a very pleasant weekend. More like that, I think.

OK, so this is becoming slightly ridiculous. I don’t care. Another round of “What Alasdair did at the weekend”, I think. This one was slightly more interesting than most, because I spent Saturday in Brighton with a bunch of folks. We went to the fair on the Pier. (Dodgems! Dodgems!) I managed to get damanged by the restraining bar on one of the rides, because it had to ratched back to ensure that antony was safe as well, and I’m about twice his size. We wandered around shops for a while (Current favourite T-shirt slogan: “I’m only a moderate drinker, but I smoke crack like a motherfucker.”) and then went to see “This Rough Magic“, an adaption of the Tempest set to a drum-n-bass soundtrack. Sadly, the view we had was dreadful, adn while I enjoyed what I saw, and loved the soundtrack, a lot of the spectacle was lost on me.

Still, better than just getting hammered in a pub somewhere. Sunday, didn’t do much. Worked on a proposal for Unbound Comics, but that’s about it.

Weekend: Mostly quiet, inadequate amount of work done. Shopping on Saturday resulted in the usual couple of comics TPBs, albums by the Cocteau Twins, Bjork, T’Pau and John Lee Hooker. I blame one of my exes for the T’Pau album – she kept playing it at me in a vicious manner, and I woke up one day and found I liked the album. Also picked up a couple of large photo-posters – a New York Skyline (cliche, I know, but it’s a fantastic skyline) and a rather nice shot across the Seine of Paris in the Fog, and some more strange smelling oils and incenses for the room – I’m getting into aromatherapy at the mo. Finally, the purchase of Syphon Filter 2 for the Playstation lead to a revealing insight about me (ha!) – all the games I own are either single player only, or two players in conflict. This, I’m sure, surprises no-one that knows me.

Went out on Saturday night with Mark, James, Ryan and Ross. Haven’t seen most of them in a while, so it was cool to catch up with them – the new flat/job combo have conspired to alter my habits a bit, so I’ve been kind of out of touch…