Notebook

Last night I was playing Grand Theft Auto IV. I had intended to just play for a short time but I ended up spending about two and a half hours on it. It is a good game once you get into it, but it did take a while to get used to the controls.

I went back at work today. It was pretty much the same as usual. I had brought along a new notebook which was small enough that I could fit it into the inside pocket of my jacket along with my book of Sylvia Plath poems, my copy of A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess and my phone. I have a big inside pocket. I wrote a rather strongly worded warning to the curious on the first page . I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote it actually. I was at work, and depressed. I'd intended to use it to write down thoughts and feeling and poems and stuff like that, it's good to have a notebook you can carry around for that. Joe came down to talk about the Resident Evil 5 demo that he played last night.

On my way home I picked up a jug of milk and a bottle of coke. When I got in I had a microwaved pasta and melted cheese meal and a glass of apple juice.