Thursday, September 05, 2002
Spent the morning single handedly winning WWII in Medal Of Honour, and I'm not even american... much fun.Then went into town and came away with a job interview for tomorrow at 3pm. I can't say I'm excited about it, and certainly don't expect to get it, but I guess it keeps up appearances and looks as if I'm making an effort.
Gonna try and grab a few hours sleep now... it's hard to come by of late, screwed up sleep pattern and all that, so I have to be utterly exhausted before it's even worth trying.
Ugh! True to form, just as I'm about to nap, the asshole next door starts playing his bloody drums. It's like having a tank turning its engine over in the next room. He doesn't play them in the traditional sense, more a series of continuous drumrolls, probably thrash or some such crap. The funny thing is, on the rare occasions I've heard him play a straight 4/4 beat... he can't keep time to save his life. God help the band that has him as their drummer, 'cause if he can't keep time, they'll all be out of time too. Where's a 50 calibre machine gun when I need it?
Labels: games, interviews, sleep
Steve 7:25 PM [+]
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