It's 5.40 AM here in Sunderland, centre of the universe. Later today a parcel containing a pair of my old shoes will leave Sunderland bound for a Washington D.C. address. The idea came to me in a flash and the more I think about it the better it gets. I'm feeling in the middle of a cathartic experience right now, I feel cleansed, like I washed off the eight-year-long relentless shower of shit that was the Bush administration with one act. I've gone postal, so to speak. I really feel refreshed. This really would be an excellent time to eat some mescaline but I have to start work again in eight hours. Shall I eat some? Yes I shall.