Gearing myself up for the 6 mile cycle home from work. I knew I should’ve taken the bus this morning!
Doing programming exercises for my ancient Hewlett Packard calculators. In other words, I'm bored because my house is crawling with workers building extensions. This house will be rather large when they're done, but that's just because my roomie wants to run a company from here and he's adding a new office and workshop to the place. And a gym, while he's at it. I'm just expanding my bedroom to accommodate a fireplace and little recording studio, as well as my library.
Watching cringe vids making fun of nice girl/nice guys on reddit, and getting smashed. Feeling lonely and trying not to melt in the bloody heat. (Yeah, even LDRs can be lonely when you can't be with them.).
Yep. Sitting in front of the screen, flirting with the last sip of what once was a cool beer and sweating like a pig, myself. Impossible to write in such conditions. I think I'm going to lay like a starfish on the mattress and watch an adventure or something. Fall asleep amidst the sweet sound of clanging swords and beasty roars.
flipping through a magazine of books to be released in a few months building my order list and marveling at these titles. these titles are amazing and i'm sitting here with a novel still sporting "Untitled"
It's one of those rare moments one comes across during one's life where there's pizza in the fridge and I'm deeply considering whether I should eat it or not. I'm not hungry... Should I?... Shouldn't I? I'm plucking daisy petals, I'm consulting magic 8-balls, I'm trying to read the patterns in the night sky, but my inquiry bares no fruit. ... ... ... I've waited enough. I'm putting it in the oven. Ooh! There's ice-cream too! I need more daisies. ETA: There's also beer in the fridge! Oh, happy day! Oh, happy daaay! Sometimes my sister is da bomb!
I just had some seriously terrifying de ja vu, but then I realized that you've posted this photo before.
Thank you. I missed eating real food, and am cooking up some real food. Ice cream and brownies makes my pancreas cry. You are awesome.
I am currently cracking and snapping with every movement and I don't remember when my joints got so creaky.
Not being able to order pizza because the payment system won't work. FFS. I don't want much lately, but it seems anything is too much.
No I haven't tell me more. I'm currently Holland I've got an entire island to myself lush with resources. I've decided to leave the world to it's wicked ways and refrain from any warmongering. There's too much pain in the world so I'm going to focus on science and the betterment of life.
It's a Paradox Game, Medieval grand strategy, and they recently made it free to play. I just mention it because it seems like it might be right up your alley. I myself was practically addicted to it in December.
One very important question that could decide my fate. Can I go the Pictish? I want you to know that upon reading this post, the room went pitch black and a spot light zoned in on you to the sound of dramatic game show drums. Take your time, you can phone a friend you can ask the audience. Spoiler: Can I play as the Picts?
Could you imagine Simon Cowell's face if they pitched up on Britain's got talent and knocked that tune out?