I’ve just killed a spider. It think it was the big four-legged one I spotted a couple of days ago on the livingroom ceiling. At the time, it crawled off to a spot in the curtains, and I decided to let it stay, as long as it kept out of the way. But tonight it was on the under side of the couch. That’s not a good spot for a big spider. One of the kids could reach under there for a toy or something.

Well my old mate Griff "Arachnid-Destroyer" Young had been in touch during the week to advise me that the vacuum-cleaner is the natural enemy of the spider. I normally evict spiders by throwing them off the balcony, but there didn’t seem to be any other way of getting this one out of there. The picket line, placards and threat of sanctions hadn’t worked. So the vacuum-cleaner it was.

It made a rather gruesome rattling noise as it whizzed up the pipe. I hope that killed it, because it’s going to be one really pissed off spider if it didn’t!

2:24am. Yeah it’s late, and I’m still up. I’m not even sure why. Time seems to stand still when I’m sitting at this keyboard, going through my mails, nosing around web pages, looking through the handful of Usenet groups I subscribe to. But while time seems like it’s standing still, it’s actually bloody racing by. I’m sure I sat down here only a few minutes ago, and it was about 10pm. Yeah I’d just watched Bill Bryson on the telly. So what happened? I don’t know.

Silly thing is, I don’t plan it this way. If I planned to be sitting here for that long, I’d have planned to do something… worthwhile? I don’t know. Something that I could at least look back on and say: "hey that’s good, I achieved something tonight". Like starting the long awaited re-design for this site, or fiddling around with some of the grand ideas I’ve got for new pages, or putting up more of those waiting vomit stories… But no.

And now I’m sleepy. G’night.