My milk smells funny. It was only marked to expire yesterday. The one dated 27th May smells great, although I don’t really feel comfortable sniffing any of the others. I need to throw some of these out when I get the chance because one of these days I’m going to grab April’s milk for my coffee and die a painful horrible death.

Right now cleaning is something I do occasionally so I don’t contract hepatitis.

Anyway when I go to bed and wake up it will be my day off, and it will boil down to working on Andy C or sleeping a lot and playing my gamecube. It isn’t really a choice, which is bad news for anyone who is a fan. Because I know they are out there. Really.

C’ya starside.

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