Flushed Away

I'm currently attempting to drink 1 1/2 litres of water a day. I haven't been drinking anything else other than one glass of cranberry juice and it's proving a lot more difficult than first percieved. Not only does the taste of water make me feel more thirsty somehow(seriously?) but I visit the toilet on the hour every hour like some incontience-ridden geriatric. Apparently the '8 glasses of water a day' recommendation is a myth. Unless you're a fish or something. I don't feel any better for it so far, more like I'm carrying a water baby.

In other news I have both tonight and tomorrow night off work. This is both bad and good. It's bad because I need the money to fix my repetedly broken car but it's good because with a broken car I wouldn't be able to drive there anyway and I'd like to go to Outbreak in Bury St Edmunds this Saturday night. I, with some error, named my car Betty, aptly i know wish I had named her Shitty. She currently has a loose connection in the front right indicator and chugs like a tug boat when I start the engine. I think I should loosen her connections with a baseball bat personally. But the liklihood of me getting a new car can be compared with the liklihood of the Pope ever accepting homosexuals, or condoning the use of condoms.
Either way I'm just stoked that I can spend another week away from a resturant full of diners that I want to punch. Especially the people who tip me 50p like it makes the slightest fucking difference.

I've had a shit week, I want the 25th of May to come around more than ever.