Lazy bloggin'

I'm in the company of, as in so many days of my life, Hugo "Dick" Jones. Last night and today were as far as I'm concerned, a success. I have no excuse for my failure to blog over the last couple of days, unless you counting crippling laziness as a valid excuse. It was my sister's University leaving meal last night, and my 'family' along with Josh's, shunted ourselves down to Da vincis for some Italian style salmonella. We sat, ate, and made awkward conversation over the three hours we were in there, and soon enough we were waddling, because of severe stomach cramps, for the exits.
Amy and I bore down on a evening filled with '40 days and 40 nights', on repeat no less, as we took it in turns to take trips to the bathroom and vomit. At about 1:00 we collapsed in what can only be described as a messy heap on the floor, and awoke there the next morning, with a tasty combination on morning breath and broken hearts.
Do my discrete distaste, I was forced to ride with Amy to Truro, and we spend the day moping around like a pair of robotic, life size, nightmarish dolls. I was further impressed to see my bus pass was not valid on weekends and I had to fork out a further three-pounds eighty to get home. In a trip which I spent the majority of in a comatose state.
Upon arriving home, the phone rings, and, unsurprisingly, it was Hugo. I chow down some uncooked pork chops and head out, and skate consistently well for my standards, which are low. After about two hours, we return covered in a mixture of perspiration, bile, and baby food.

Thrill of the day: Scorch signing onto Msn.