2.25 hours on phone + 1 hour past bedtime + no time for supper = cotton-wool brains
I have on my desk:
- Half a bottle of bad port
- A nearly-full bottle of Blue Charge
- A glass.
So, should I perform the ultimate sin?
UV-fluorescent body paint is awesome.
Drinking tea in nightclubs is awesome.
And so, with the beginnings of Autumn, another year begins to draw to a close. Today is the first of October – exactly a year since, worried by the future and by my rapidly-dwindling time at university, I made a wish.
This is what I wished:
Righty, with poor old Suzaku now on its last legs and my parents declaring it a fire hazard, I’m putting together a new machine to pass the time until the Great DirectX 10 Splurge.
It’s going to be one of those Shuttle jobs, small enough that I can move it to the living room as a media centre PC once the Splurge occurs.
To: The director, scriptwriter and associated staff of the recently-released movie “Right at Your Door”
Should you wish to follow up the no-doubt superbly mediocre reception of your film with another, I highly reccommend the conversion from story to film of some bunch of crap by a talentless hack known as “Katrina’s Legacy”. You will find it very much in genre. Around four years time should be an appropriately meaningful release date. I also heartily reccommend giving the author of said story large wodges of cash.
As always, post-LARP fever is getting to me. For three days I’ve dealt with matters of life and death in a place a thousand miles and a world away, and tomorrow… Tomorrow I have to get up at 6am, go to work and pretend none of it really happened.
I’m going to be in a very strange mood for a while. As usual. =S
The weather’s sunny, nights are well moon-lit, my bag is mostly packed, and the whole place smells of liquid latex. It must be Maelstrom time again!
Racheet, is it still okay for me to stay over at yours?
September. Autumn. Another summer lost to history.
It crept up on me; I barely noticed until today. To think, a mere five years ago I’d have been spending this weekend getting ready for a new school year. These days, it’s just the coming of autumn. In a way, I think that might be worse.