/mopes/
And the day started out so well, too.
/mopes/
And the day started out so well, too.
Does food ever go missing in your house and you don’t know who’s eaten it? You probably ought to check all of your cupboards, then, in case you’ve had a small Japanese woman living in one of them for the last year and you hadn’t noticed.
Karaoke. It should be banned. Especially when 6-year olds steal the show.
There simply isn’t enough alcohol.
That’s how much better off I am per month than I was previously. Or, as I see it, three pints.
Thank you, Gordon Brown.
I finally sobered up sometime this afternoon, right in the middle of some Perl programming. I spent some time staring at all of the symbols and regexen in the code. To be honest, I think I preferred it when I was drunk.
More if and when I can be bothered. For now… back to the pub again!
Strange. Four of the last twenty text messages I’ve recieved have contained just the word “No”. And that’s it.
It’s not even like they’re all from the same person (they’re from three different people). My friends are usually far more articulate than than that. I feel like there’s some kind of conspiracy to fill my phone up with negativity.
Hmm. Now I sound like some kind of hippy.
Last Firefly Night tomorrow (Monday). See you there!
…seems to be to not text me me Google Calendar alerts this morning. So I didn’t get reminded to put the bins out, which I’ve kind-of come to rely on. Whoops!
Following up on Claire’s post about Easter, here’s the best joke I’ve heard all week:
What did Jesus say to his disciples as he was being nailed to the cross?
I’ll be back on Monday, so don’t you dare touch my fucking Easter eggs!
That is all.
A return to Troma Night form. This film is absolutely terrible. Watch it.
Here’s an action/puzzle game for you: Spin The Black Circle. I’ve played a little and gotten up to the spinning crucifix of doom level. Where can you get to?
I have a mountain of stuff to do in the next 52 hours, and my PC just kicked the bucket.
Having a great time. Only seconds left on this internet cafe connection, though.
Back in Aber a week on Sunday.
Apologies to everybody/thing (including this blog) that I’ve neglected this last fortnight. Will catch up with my inbox and voicemail when I’m back in the UK.
Right, time to go offline before I get branded a terrorist for using a phone on a ‘plane or something.
He’s in town. I’ve just seen him from the car.
I’m in a fort in Pembrokeshire. There is not much signal. But I’m having fun. And I’m 27.