I’ve been working 70 hour weeks for I don’t know how long now. Before you say it, I’m salary, so the checks aren’t so nice.
The house is cold. I’m out of beer.
My uncle is in the hospital. He might be there for 3 months. I loaned him my laptop, so now I’m surfing on a PC that has less memory than a pocket calculator.
The Misfits shirt I ordered from rockabilia 5 weeks ago still hasn’t arrived. The Incubus CD I just bought isn’t as good as I thought it would be.
I lost $5 from my pocket yesterday. I miss the big city. I hate this small town.
This carmel apple sucker I’m eating does not taste like carmel or apples.
The can opener is broken, so I can’t make enchiladas like I wanted to.
points in the genral direction of everyone and does BeastMeaty Dance of Doom
Most multi-tools and multi-blade pocket knives have perfectly useful can openers. If you don’t own either of these you are a poorly equipped FBOMAH with just one more reason to be morose.
I just got back to my apartment by the beach, after an interesting Hapkido workout in Los Angeles, some early Christmas shopping, and watching The Incredibles movie.
All my windows are open, and it’s 73 degrees in here.
I have a good Australian wine to chase down a triple-decker cheeseburger meal from one of my favorite burger places.
After this I’m going to read some more from a manga I discovered yesterday, of which I downloaded 30 chapters. I’ll probably go read it on my laptop in bed.
Some new anime should be completely downloaded in an hour, got lots waiting to be watched which I’ve downloaded already.
Life is hard for Mirasawa. I don’t see how I can put up with it.
