Sunday, November 15, 2009

Asteroids.

'Lo readers.

Not much to report today.

Dragged to a shindig down at the swing bridge, pretty dull, stuck in the front rank, pretty painful. Then Beardman and the girls trawled the market, Fraser loudly abused bogans from inside the car.

Got home, chilled out, watched The Machinist again, Diana dropped in, going to Traralgon tomorrow to go hunting.

Talked to the usual suspects, Jess is dragging everyone to the pool in the morning, might drop in, I dunno. If it's hot.

So yeah, that's my tomorrow. Feels good to have no school.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

No comments: