The Last Week Begin..eth

Another pair of injections kicked off the weekend to a memorable start, "now this second one always hurts much more than the first one, noone knows why..." thanks for that nurse, who is also bizarrely and some might say helpfully afraid of needles.

She was right.

Then I eerm finished watching Smallville season 2 and went over to Alexes for a bit of poker and pool, which AGAIN reminded me that the best way of keeping socially... normal? palletable? acceptable? edible?... does not include not seeing anyone for ages, and hence I have again forgotten how to speak. Apart from to Harpe, but anyone can speak to Harpe, and he will speak unto you. For he is as close to the son of God that we are ever likely to see. It explains the pocket money...

Having got back at 1am, I slept in on Sunday and didn't make it out of the house for the rest of the weekend. Woo!

A certain someone recently introduced me to a band known as "Panic! at the Disco" which sound like a mixture between punk and dance. Somebody please tell me what to think about this. This kind of crazy mix got me and my sister thinking of other unholy alliances and I think the most scary though I have ever come across: a goth in burbery.

Grouphug of the day: "I like running, sometimes going out for 6, 10, 20 miles, whatever. Sometimes there are these annoying schoolkids on the road near my house. Sometimes they shout stuff like "run Forrest" and other such crap at me. Dumbasses. One time this pathetic girl started shouting "run, run" and tried to chase me. Without breaking stride or turning, I sprayed her all over with my water-bottle and kept running. It was awesome. I was having a bad run up to that point, but it was totally worth it to hear that Chavette schoolgirl swearing at me."... is that you, Ronnie?