I ate all my crackers. I'm nearly out of cheese. I have no milk for cereal. The only thing in the fridge is gin and tonic, and that's what got me here in the first place. The universe has consipired against me. There is nothing to do but peel off these PVC pants and go to sleep.
Oh, fuck. I can't believe it. Babelfish is restricted. Arg. It's a bloody international bank and I can't run a chunk of text through a translation engine. Useless.
Gotta run home quickly today, jump in the car to get to the liquor store for some Guinness, then off to Nick and Sandi's for dinner. She's making curry, so I need the beer. I can't face spicy food without beer. This is sort of a semi-date with the person who smooched me on Sunday.
