Toast

Toast for breakfast this morning. Not usually very filling, unless I have twenty slices (i.e. a whole loaf, porker that I am), but porridge is off the menu because I forgot to buy any. Porridge isnt exactly a summery breakfast anyways, but I dont have time in the morning to be phaffing about peeling mangoes and whipping up waffle batter, do I?

I'm still suffering from the dreaded lurgy, hacking myself silly with a dry cough that, no matter how much fluid I drink, I cant seem to make productive. Perhaps this is a good sign that it's almost over? I hope so. I'm starting to be a little tired of constantly sounding like the walrus of love.

Still nice today, I'm tempted to go riding after work, but the thing is, these days, I get home and just want to crash and play WoW. I'm totally addicted. Not that it occupies my every waking moment, but I've kinda ditched a lot of other things I used to do in order to play. Hopefully it'll wear off after a while, but at the moment I'm living out my life as an alter-ego. Or one of my alter-alter-egos.

Invite me somewhere, bloggardes, and I will come. I need rescue!