Did You Kick the Cable?

So the geekend began... after a hearty meal of very good rotisserie chicken and debatable chipfare, we have settled in for the night shift. I have berocca and chocolate and we have liquid skin playing in the background, so we should be fine. For about an hour. Then my cold will likely get the better of me and I'll die. Still, good times til then. I wanna 'nother drink, yo.


hot: Strongbow and Lindt
not: Indy begging for pats
music: Mez
mood: Congested
goals: Get something done, anything... anything at all.