MW3 kept me busy until midnight, at which point I made my lunch for today and commando-rolled to bed.
Slept well, got up early, put the recycling out and then walked to work. Work was alright, just me and one other guy, who'd been on his own all week. We soldiered on (accidental soldier reference) and Howard gave me a lift home at 4pm.
Melissa had to go out and left me to feed Penny, which was fine, I did that with my usual panache and she dozed off in my lap. It was 4:30pm. I caught up on South Park and put on a film. After about 30 minutes we boarded the train to Screamsville and didn't get off until about 6:45pm, when Melissa came home.
She's only just stopped properly screaming now, we've bathed her and she's eating again. We're pretty sure she's a little colicy. It's horrible.
I'm going to take my frustration out on some insurgents in MW3.
Awesome. See you tomorrow.
