Kaboom.

So, I die for a few days, and when I reappear from my cave everything has changed.

I feel like Jesus.

I wonder how he coped?

I have spent the last few days quarantined in my little tiny flat, and to be frank, i was bored. I got so bored of playing Red Alert 3 for 3 days straight that i made a skirmish of just computer players, and then watched it for 3 hours whilst consuming lethal amounts of hot chocolate.

When this proved a little too monotonous, i made a remix of the song that Jigglypuff sings on Cubase. yup. the lives we lead. . .

Anyway, I bet that jesus didn't have to endure ANOTHER NEW FREAKING FACEBOOK LAYOUT. I don't even know what they've changed yet, but i bet it will catch me out somehow.

So, the only books I have in my domicile which i have not read are: Around the world in 80 days, and Al Murray's pub landlord's book of great british common sense.


Silly Passpertout, when will he learn? You can't step into a sacred Indian temple with your shoes on. . . tsk tsk.

needless to say, he got attacked by monks.

That'll learn him.

Anyway. i have nothing of importance to talk about today, because i haven't done anything.

I haven't had the chance to speak to any females, so i feel relieved, relaxed.

Oh yeah, my mum phoned up my doctor and gave her the 'business' saying stuff like 'cherie blair's kids got given tamiflu. . . '

I, meanwhile, had already accepted the fact that i am neither under 5 years old, nor over 65. . . . people, people, people.

I blame this guy:


Cute though isn't it?

Roll on Liverpool. =]

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