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6 Kupris, A.S. XXXVIII (May. 06, 2003) - 8:12 p.m. blerg.Well, I've had a week or so of bachelor freedom, during which I haven't done a whole lot. I've done the necessary minimum of maintenance to the flat, and paid what he probably feels is insufficient attention to the cat. And if I'd known Sunday was National Get Naked Day, I wouldn't have taken my mental health day on Saturday. (Come to that, if I'd sent off for my guest card earlier, and known how twisty the roads are, I would've taken it somewhere else, someplace closer to home.) And if I'd known how good Avalon's restaurant was, and how good its lunch prices were, I wouldn't have packed a lunch. I did learn one valuable lesson, however: Pocky really doesn't cope well with being left in the hot sun. I ruined an entire ten-pack of choco-banana (one of two in the box, itself one of two boxes in my order). At least I have the remaining ones, and the DVD I ordered. And Target, mentioned last time, didn't pan out, so it's time to hit the bricks. Not right away, though; I've preparations I need to make before the 'rents get home. (One of which probably involves hiding the computer he did surgery on so he can never touch it again. He's had to reformat the hard drive at least once, and I don't know if he saved everything I wanted him to beforehand, or even everything he said he was going to.) And, realizing that almost nothing has happened in my life apart from that, I will now waste your time with a barrage of quiz results: ![]()
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