Why is it that when you really wanna go out, or just get out of the house, or pretty  much do anything else rather than study for a goddamn exam everyone is busy. Is there anyone out there on this Saturday night that is not busy? The answer to that my friend is a big whopping no. Perhaps there is some secret conspiracy type situation i am not aware of whereby men in suits and hats are going to come into the doors of all homes to do their annual backup of data from all of the secret microphones that are in our smoke alarms, blenders and kitty litter trays. They have organised for everyone else to be out but me, i slipped through the radar because i am nothing more than background noise and because i wear an anti tracking device - of which i did not know was such a thing -  in my ear. Now what do i do? Do i sit here with Fred and wait? Are we safe? What do i watch while i wait? Should i make toast? All of these questions are creating a whirlwind in my head and escaping through the plughole which is reality.



No more movies. The Adjustment Bureau has filled my head with more rubbish than a rubbish store. STUDYTIME.