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Check this out. It is early morning and Dave has been up for several hours already. Sweet. It appears I have discovered the secret to a decent night's sleep - and this one doesn't require an attractive member of the opposite sex, although I'm sure that would help. The key is going to sleep relaxed. Sounds simple, but I've never thought of it like that before. I'd usually go to bed tense and angsty over whatever it was I was tense and angsty about, and then wake up tense and angsty after a terrible night's sleep. Not anymore. I go to sleep relaxed and wake up relaxed and refreshed. Amazing.

Watched The Quiet American last night with Charlie and Claire. It was quite good and I recommend it. Based on Graeme Green's novel, I think. Anyway, Brendan Fraiser has to be one of the most under-rated actors in Hollywood. See it.

And while I'm recommending things (and while this good mood lasts), Java has a breakfast special of 2 eggs on a bagel and a coffee of your choice for $5. Very good.

Perhaps the reason I'm happy at the mo is that you-know-who is leaving today. Fantastic. Actually - I was watching Inside the Playboy Mansion the other night. It was a nice mix of interesting and though provoking observations such as seeing the 80s and 90s as a repressive era, and charting playboy's role in the public acceptance of female sexuality and, more importantly, the female enjoyment of their sexuality with lots of half naked women. Nothing crass. Well, not according to me. The flatmate in question walked into the room during the ads and proceeded to begin eating his tea. Then the program's came back on, and so did the breasts. Crikey. I've never heard anybody eat so fast (or noisily, for that matter). Robert inhaled his food and then bolted for the door. Haven't seen him since. He's probably in hiding or praying for my hedonistic and doomed soul.

Speaking of hedonism, those of us who aren't in Wellington for David Bowie, at the Wedding, Billy Connelly or out enjoying a romantic night with that special someone are mourning our single and singular lifestyles at Peverel tonight. Not sure who's turning up or how many people will be there but bring booze and it will be good.

Still not 10am. Huh.
Rock.