After a restful night, with the wind howling outside, and the penguins getting annoyed after losing yet another hand of poker, it appears that the slight worry was indeed all for nothing. Turns out it was just really bad indigestion. And yet if you’re going through it, you cannot help but think treachery was afoot. In any case, the need to keep taking the vast quantities of digestive wonder drugs is still very much present, to make sure all is well.
The Arctic tundra today is still, with only a mild snowstorm and -26 temperature to contend with. While the lapse in the blizzard is here, the lord will boldly venture out and enjoy the frosty morn before settling down with a good book later on. Rest today, for who knows what tomorrow brings.
In-between a course of chilli and jelly babies from the food supply drops from the UN while I struggled on creating the product which would destroy all of mankind, something became wrong. Pain was becoming apparent around the chest area, and the world became uneven. Had the arctic tundra finally began to take its toll on the Lord of Leisure? Will a man unexpectedly bust into flames to emphasise the horror that has begun? Will we use a cheap gimmick like a snapshot from Alien?
Yeah, we’re back baby with more complete waffle, some great music and a daring attempt to uplift people because it appears so many people have been so upset about everything.
I’ve been falling behind this week with the work, as I decided foolishly to go to bed early on Monday and spent 11 hours in bed. Granted that’s cause for celebration, but waking up the next day, I was worse for wear. I don’t really understand why the body decided that enough sleep = you’re buggered for the entire day and making less sense to people than a DVD Player instruction manual written in Russian (Note: This applies even if you are Russian).