Thy Flesh Consumed

Howdy doo folks, welcome to the second official entry. Excited? You shouldn’t be…

Well, here I sit on the fourth day of my holiday from work and, rather unsurprisingly, I’ve been sat in front of this wretched machine for pretty much the whole time. In fact, last night was the second night in a row that I’ve gone to bed at 06:00… Man, ’s no bloody wonder I’m so tired all the time.

Right now I’m chatting to Dawn, a lovely girl I met in OTF and writing this while I wait a) for the Outpost to come back online again after another server issue, brought about by the ISP that supplies OTF’s 10Mbit connection going bankrupt and b) for Geocities to release the lock they put on the Artists Guild staff folders to limit bandwidth so I can get on and do some bloody work… I dunno, we have some great staff but really, a little common sense goes a long way!

I had a pool match last night and we played the team from the pub next door to ours. Now, ordinarily we would have whooped their asses but last night, as many before, I actually played as bad as I’ve ever done… Man, I’ll be glad when the season’s finished this month. I know it’s only one day a week but I gotta tell ya, it’s a drain. Don’t ask me why, maybe I just enjoy my Sunday evenings too much to waste them in the pub..? That said though, I was still a little reluctant to leave the place in favour of coming home to enjoy the grand unvieling of Minas Tirith at 22:00. I guess I miss spending time with familiar faces ~ something I seem to be neglecting more and more often these days. I mean, I’ve always been rather introverted, but lately it’s gotten quite bad and I’m becoming more withdrawn from “civilized society” as the days wear on…

Still, I’m not that bothered ~ most people are assholes anyway!