So… Funny thing.
Turns out my the plane I came home on was a different plane to what was expected. It was supposed to have a USB charging port. It didn’t.
So… Funny thing.
Turns out my the plane I came home on was a different plane to what was expected. It was supposed to have a USB charging port. It didn’t.
I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to see the light. It felt as if the bright, skin burning sun would obliterate me today. My mood had fallen below the usual ‘meh’ and had dipped into a deep blue funk. On a scale of 1 to 10, the needle was sitting on extreme poop-like, which was odd, considering the scale was numerical. I just wanted to lie on the floor with the lights off, listening to nothing but the static noise on the TV I had sold weeks ago.
It was the third day straight of non-stop rain. I wasn’t complaining. I prefer the rain. I hadn’t even bothered getting an umbrella. Today was Sunday and once again I decided to not bother going to the office. Even if it wasn’t the weekend I would still have nothing to do. My test orchard trees are coming along quite nicely. Hopefully within the next few days they will have fruit.
Another fine morning. I could hear the rain hitting my roof and rolling off in big drops to the ground below. I looked out the window and saw my fruit trees had grown even more overnight. I made the decision to not go to the office today. I knew there was nothing I could do.
Today started off just like my dream. I walked outside and let the rain hit my face. I have no need for an umbrella. After all, having missed out on that black one last week I doubt there will be another that I like. I checked the mail. I had correspondence from Fang and the elephant.
The rain was pounding on the window. I’d had this dream before. The rain starts and I just sit there staring at the drops on the window. The power goes out and I sit there in darkness. Slowly the stars and moon fade away to nothing and it’s pure black. I see two crazy eyes looking at me, getting closer and closer. Just as they reached me I wake up.
I’ve never been horrible at Grand Theft Auto games. Not great by any means, but good enough to beat any mission I play, even if it takes me multiple attempts. As Rockstar release newer titles in the GTA series, the better I get. Out of the eight GTA games that I have played, only GTA: San Andreas and GTA IV have had the honour of gracing me with their ending credits. Even then it took me