Dec
12
What plans?
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Well, after last night’s Descent ]|[ marathon I woke up somewhat bleary eyed.
Mum rang at 9:00am to ask (well, demand) her drill back, so off I went like a good little boy. We did a hostage exchange; I gave her the drill, she gave me the rake hoe thing-a-my. And we had a little chat about drills, hoes and moving into another house (that her friend owns).
So now I decide to format the second ‘puter’s harddisk and re-install software. Shouldn’t take too long you reckon eh? yer, well so did I. Alas, as with all things Microsoft, something broke, or I lost a disk, or it wasn’t the right driver. Well after a few hours I got it all working, except the web server thingo, so I might give that a miss. I don’t really need one any more anyway!
Onto lunch! I rocked up about quarter past twelve to be greeted by this sleepy eyed female in her winnie the pooh jimmy jams! Oh goody. Last night was a doozie huh? Ok, so I gave up hope of going to a cafe. So much for the best laid plans, at least I didn’t book anything. Right so for two hours I watch three people try very hard to fall asleep while staying awake. Even I am starting to feel tired now, I was ok before, but NOW?!? Time to leave.
Onwards and upwards, my friends! Back to the bat cave. Played about with computers some more, felt alone for a bit, walked around the house a few times. Repeat steps one to three until 6:00pm.
Finally it’s cool enough to do some kind of gardening. Out with the rake hoe thing-a-my and onto the front garden! Rake. Rake. Rake. Right, no more weeds in the sand, but now I may as well setup a golf course with all these sand traps I have uncovered! What the hell do these people think is good about empty sand, at least before there were plants growing in it!
Dinner is another gastronomical treat! Spaghetti (from a tin) on toast. I just couldn’t be bothered cooking, hot tired and pissed off.