Nothing hugely exciting to write about today. Still, I could make something up. This is, after all, what I do for a living. I could talk about how enormously exciting this Sunday has been, filled with high adventure, sexy women, and riches beyond imagination. I could talk about ancient prophecies and long-lost civilisations finally unearthed. I could talk about how one man prevented an alien invasion. I could talk about love.

Instead, I'll be truthful, and stick to the, uh, truth.

Today was a good day. Got up late, took my time getting ready, and spent the afternoon at my parents' house with large chunks of the family -- brothers, uncles and aunts, cousin, nephew, and niece. Tasty dinner, even tastier cakes...absolutely wonderful food. It was my parents' birthday (yup, both of 'em; their birthdays are two days apart), and this year two of my brothers and I got them a DVD-player.

I'm just catching a few minutes of Bicentennial Man on TV, and, oh God, it sucks...so...bad. It's horrible, horrible, horrible. Embarrassingly horrible. I'm switching it off, and hope that I never, ever come across it again.  ¶ 22:29