I'm a professional cynic, but my heart's not in it.

Life has it's reassuring moments.
Like when someone else walks down a corridor past the break room, stop, turn around and go in before going back the way they came.

Now you suppose when you take a day off to relax that you should, well, relax; so how have I spent half the day (the half I was awake) shopping? I suppose it's because shopping is relaxing, just the thought of less cash isn't.
Summary: Life with me myself and I in general is okey dokey; 300 is well worth watching (bring popcorn, leave brain); weekend long gaming sessions do strange things to the mind and if you're there I'll see you at the Fire and forget gig on Tuesday at the Cellar Bar :)

And now it's time to mow the lawn, you may assume crash positions.