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Mon, Apr. 24th, 2006, 01:13 pm

That was a strange weekend. Thanks to a combination of rockpaperaxe being drunk and my being too asleep to notice or care about the text messages I was getting it turned out that we had a party on saturday night. It seemed to go quite well, regardless of the short notice and I ate a load of sausages and had a lot of beer. The timing was a bit of an issue since I had decided to have a quiet evening in, thus avoiding the World of Warcraft geekfest thing (several players from the UK coming to dublin for the weekend for food and beer) because I was having one of my "I loathe everything" periods but like I said, it all turned out quite nice in the end - AND I didn't hardly talk about WoW, so it was a good alternative to the geekfest. Admittedly, *someone* sat on the rabbit cage while she was swing dancing but it was swiftly repaired and they were moved to the sitting room where they had a grand old time running around the place and sniffing people.
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.

Mon, Apr. 24th, 2006 12:40 pm (UTC)

they were moved to the sitting room where they had a grand old time running around the place and sniffing people

I wish I'd realised.. I've never petted a bunny before (yes, I'm aware of the reputation your have).

Mon, Apr. 24th, 2006 12:42 pm (UTC)

Yeah, the front room was unoficially designated as the "Chill out room" and the rabbits helped in this by being all serene and inquisitive - apart from fidget who was as spazfaced and mental as ever.

I have a reputation?

Mon, Apr. 24th, 2006 12:47 pm (UTC)

Damn my bad grammar! No, I meant the rabbits reputation, not to say you don't have one too if you want one :)

Mon, Apr. 24th, 2006 04:42 pm (UTC)

Aah, that makes sense. I think I already have one, I hope it's "Crazy rabbit guy who yells at kids to get off his lawn"