Death by donut
Once again I prove to myself that I'm incapable of sleeping in by going to bed at 3am and getting up at 7:30. Yay, body. I hate you :-P
Actually I feel astoundingly awake at the moment though I'm rather afraid to look in the mirror for fear I'm sporting exceptionally stylish bags.
The weekend has been okay so far, I finished Infamous as a good guy yesterday. I shall need to cycle back and play as an evil bastard in the near future. Other than that I haven't done much other that stay up way late 'cause I was grumpy about something. Isn't it amazing how the wrong four or five words can occasionally send your mood plummeting? :-P
So, two more days left of my extended weekend. I had a lovely dinner on Friday night provided by the always fantastic toob and jakebe. My mother sent me money for my birthday which I always find frustrating because it's so easy to have it just trickle away into random shit instead of something nifty. As I'm not entirely sure there's anything nifty that isn't already in danger of showing up at my doorstep by virtue of being on my wishlist this is something of a dilemma.
I really, really want a raspberry jelly donut this morning. Where's my errand boy when I need one? And not krispy creme because they are vile and should be destroyed in a funny explosion that results in people dying from the slow moving mass of way too sweet frosting. Rather like Boston's horrific, yet tasty, molasses flood.
Actually I feel astoundingly awake at the moment though I'm rather afraid to look in the mirror for fear I'm sporting exceptionally stylish bags.
The weekend has been okay so far, I finished Infamous as a good guy yesterday. I shall need to cycle back and play as an evil bastard in the near future. Other than that I haven't done much other that stay up way late 'cause I was grumpy about something. Isn't it amazing how the wrong four or five words can occasionally send your mood plummeting? :-P
So, two more days left of my extended weekend. I had a lovely dinner on Friday night provided by the always fantastic toob and jakebe. My mother sent me money for my birthday which I always find frustrating because it's so easy to have it just trickle away into random shit instead of something nifty. As I'm not entirely sure there's anything nifty that isn't already in danger of showing up at my doorstep by virtue of being on my wishlist this is something of a dilemma.
I really, really want a raspberry jelly donut this morning. Where's my errand boy when I need one? And not krispy creme because they are vile and should be destroyed in a funny explosion that results in people dying from the slow moving mass of way too sweet frosting. Rather like Boston's horrific, yet tasty, molasses flood.