I was accused yesterday of being sad. Not sad in the depressed sense of the word either. Now let’s just review the evidence shall we?
- Today I got up at the break of dawn to queue in the freezing cold in order to obtain a wristband that provides me access to an autograph signing. The celebrity in question is a wrestler.
- I then had McDonalds breakfast. On my own. (By that I mean I was the only customer in the store.)
- I then actually LOL’d (”laughed out loud”) when a monitor in the window of Silverscreen was displaying the blue screen of death.
- I just used the terms “LOL’d” and “blue screen of death” and it doesn’t feel that stupid.
- I am now sitting at my computer listening to a playlist which includes the Beach Boys, the theme music of the Cannonball Run, and four Street Fighter music discs, which were only released in Japan.
- Having just eaten one of those Kinder Hippo things.
Now come on. Does that sound like the diary of a sad man to you? What? Yeah, well fuck you for thinking it!