Anyway, rockpaperaxe was punished by cartographer using the medium of booze (whiskey, absinthe and glowing green chilli sauce) to burn a hole straight from his throat to his ass.
Sunday, I watched DOOM (awful, even by the low standards one would expect from a movie based on DOOM) ate sausages and played Oblivion in my room all day to rebalance my Social V Antisocial ratio of human interaction. Then I filled out the census form in handwriting so bad they may suspect it was done by a five year old - my handwriting was never fantastic but I think I need to start practicing again. I guess I could have taken more time with it but I think I gave it the attention it deserved and an exponentially greater amount than will ultimately receive. Besides, it isn't like I *want* the census woman to know about my many and varied mental disorders.
Tonight I might go see Silent Hill, or write a comic or something. The first depends on my having a tenner left on this, the day before payday. The other depends on my ability to come up with a compelling cast of characters and a coherent plot. Unfortunately, the latter is more likely than the former.