Current location:	The DangerZone
Current mood:	anxious
Current music:	The sweet sound of hot lead kissing cold german air
Entry tags:	letters and sitch

Mr. Postman... do you have a letter for me
Waiting for Team Fortress Classic to download some junk and I figured I'd blag for a second.

I went out to the Cricketer's Arms today for lunch and to get a little work done. Great place to go BTW, It's got a kind of English/American kind of thing going on. Everybody there was unbelievably friendly and the food was swank to boot.

I couldn't eat too much of it because I cut the roof of my mouth up the other day eating a burger at IHOP. It's not even that the burger was bad... or particularly indestructible so much as the roof of the thing was covered in a thorny sheath of what I think was SUPPOSES to be some kind of cheese. At any rate, that junk was razor sharp and the top of my mouth, once so proud learned what it was to be mortal that day.

At any rate, I ordered something called the Londoner, which is like a slab of grilled chicken with a (slightly) smaller slab of ham situated on top. The sandwich itself... or what I managed to force past my scarred ruinland of an upper palette was pretty tasty and once my mouth is whole once again, I think that I shall return there. There, then planet Crematoria.

While I was there, I met a cute young staff person. There may or may not have been some exchange and I may or may not be excited about this.

In fact, I am.

Hopefully this is the start of a semi-long period of pseudo regular blaggin' on my part.

Take her easy internets

-Private Kiddo: 1st class