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Anxiety's pretty bloody exhausting. I hate it.

Game did it again, no popup when war was declared on me.

This time it was the Aztecs. No way to win, but had I known I'd have been able to do a lot more damage by getting my troops into some mountains before they attacked. No chance of that when the first warning I got that I was being attacked was a popup saying I lost a siege.

Crusader Kings 2

Well, I lost a war that by rights I could have and should have won. The reason I lost is because the game bugged out. After a victory (A definite, 100% victory. No retreat, the battle screen said I won, etc. etc.) my army decided they were going to go on a path to a province. No shattered retreat icon, full morale, everything. I couldn't dissuade them from this path AT ALL. They were going there, and that was final. As a result, I couldn't bop the enemy's armies one-by-one before they formed up.

Also, the game neglected to mention I was at war. I was just suddenly at war with them without a popup or anything. I was lucky to have realised that I was at war before they started sieging down my provinces, although as mentioned above it didn't help since I had the not-retreating-but-acts-like-a-shattered-retreat bug.

Crusader Kings II

Well, today's been the perfect fucking punctuation for how my summer holiday has been thus far.

I drove all the way to Liverpool, a 2.5-3 hour journey, to a Jitsu regional because I was both missing my friends and wanting to do Jitsu.

The satnav on my phone and the portable one both were incredibly insistent on sending me down a road I couldn't go down to get there because there was a fucking barrier in the way. Then I tried to find parking. Every fucking place that the sat nav said was parking actually wasn't (It was basically sending me to random streets without any parking on them). The roads in Liverpool are confusing. The pedestrians were suicidal (I had at least 10 of the fucking morons just walk out in front of my car). The other drivers were retarded arseholes (I got honked at on three separate occasions because I didn't go out onto the main road because doing so would have driven me straight into the side of a car). The stress of all of this tipped my anxiety over the edge and I had my first ever panic attack. In a city I've never been in before. In a city I've never been in before where it feels like everything, right down to the fucking traffic lights (literally, and I mean literally, every traffic light in the city turned red as I approached), are being malicious.

In essence, I spent £50 of fuel, £10 of service station food/drinks, and a whole 9 hours of my day, to drive somewhere I've never been, have the general misery that's been my summer (anxiety, loneliness, general sadness, the little things I've hoped for be shat on) pretty much condensed into one day, and have a panic attack.

On today's episode of "Is this guy a lunatic, a moron, or making shit up for votes?" we have Robert Rowland, saying he wants a 200 mile fishing exclusion zone, where the UK torpedoes every foreign ship found in "our" waters.

So this is how the English reclaim Normandy.

I've just remembered a beetle that I found years and years ago, and I'm wondering if anyone can work out what it was.

It was in the UK, had a reddish-brown colour. Probably 1-1.5cm long, it was thin and had quite long wing covers. When I disturbed it, it also flicked the wing covers pretty hard (It was hard enough I could feel it doing it through a plastic sheet).

Not a massive amount to run off of, but I'm just really curious all of a sudden.

The people I'm mainly complaining about are the people insistent that remainers basically be turned into second-class citizens for the crime of holding thoughts that run contrary to the referendum result. It's not people that are being public with their opposition to the current state of affairs. They want to basically tear out anyone with a different ideology from having any position of authority in the country. It's literally McCarthy style thought processes.

You know, I can feel myself becoming more and more misanthropic by the day.

I started with such high hopes for humanity. Seems that reality's given (and is still giving) that notion a solid kick in the teeth.