Killer Games Made Me Do It
Jarod | April 22, 2007
In other news, I’m tired. I slept too long last night and that always makes me even more sleepy. And I don’t know what to cook. Usually I enjoy cooking on weekends – on work days I eat in the company canteen – and I even went shopping last night, at Nine. That was a first, going so late, it’s great! I used to go at noon but that’s never wise, you don’t get shopping carts and the masses of people behave like there was no tomorrow. In the late evening people are much more relaxed (plus there’s only a few of them). However, they are relaxed so … hard … that most of them appear rather lethargic and you have to either push them or walk at snail speeds to find your way to the shelves blocked by their carts. Anyways, I was hungry and I bought too much, and now I still don’t know what to cook. Gonna be a spontaneous decision.
My Bird of Prey is dripping. I had to give it a real wet job. Just dusting it off didn’t do the trick, the dust sticks in the detailed parts. Now, stop, dirty bastards. When I say Bird of Prey, I mean Bird Of Prey. There, it still drips. Now I just need a pair of whales and I can re-enact The Voyage Home.





