It's as if I've arrived at this stage of a DJMAX song where I'm completely overwhelmed by the number of bars flying in, and I stop button-mashing to take a breather. Anyone want a hand on Damien's sweaty controller? I'll just slip into my own head and leave someone else with the steering. AAAGGHH it's my own fault I keep agreeing to do things.

I just recovered from a fit of frustration. I remind me of me yeeaaaarss back when I still went to church. Okay the church bit is kinda irrelevant but you know, just to give you a sense of how long ago that was. But yeah it was so long back.