I've been out, and had too many drinks. And what's worse, I drank all sorts of different things. Now I feel horrible. Before I went out, I went to visit my uncle, and he's your typically gay artist. I sat there in a chair, and he talked, and talked, and talked. He played me the original version of "A Little Less Conversation", the Junkie XL remix, a live version from '68 -- and all the while giving a commentary. "Listen to THIS -- oh! This is sooo stupid it's unbelievable!" Then, I went out. My ears were numb. I ran into my brother. He had lost 9,000 euro because of the stock crisis, and boy was I going to know about it. As if it was my bloody fault. I said, "Oh, f--k off, Gordon Gekko", and left him babbling on his own. When I got to where I had to be (Leidseplein), I talked, listened, drank, listened, talked -- for 5 hours. All small talk. How was YOUR day, fellow BB housemate? EDIT: Oh, and if I'm annoying: just give me a punch in the face.