Saturday, January 12, 2002
|7:32 PM|
I've already blown the cash I was given today. I had a fine late lunch of shrimp fajitas, at the dinner table of no plates or service. Well, it wasn't that bad, but we had to ask for so many things and Vorpal had to send his food back, that it got to the point where our food being tainted was a palatable fear. So I used my left hand as a plate for the dinner. Not hyper civilized but the place we were in had alternating red and green fluorescent lights so I didn't think I'd offend anyone. At this lunch Vorpal and I met up with an old goon named Spook, who we had met up with previously at E3. Nice guy, works for a big name videogame company and tries to see sunlight every so often.
Now I'm just trying to figure out what the hell I want to do with my evening. I'd rather not spend it here, but judging by a lack of phone calls, I may be stuck.
{Update]
Oh Geez. Taco just ICQ'd me some files he needed mirrored. They are...well, the proper words have been destroyed by the intense psycological damage. Okay, I'll inflict the worst of it right away so you don't have to suffer quite as long. This song is sung by This character. I don't know about you but I'm terrified. I think this is the first thing Taco has sent me in months. I'm going to go curl up into a little ball and shudder violently.
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