Patriot Act

does it again.

I think I'm heading out for some major shopping this afternoon. Grocery shopping. Since the girlfriend has her heart set on moving in as soon as possible, I take it that means we'll need Red Bull, water and food. Unfortunately our freezer isn't hooked up yet, so I can't get her any crap for the microwave... Something we'll need since the electrician-guy disappeared with our cooker. (And the heating in the bedroom)
Hmz.

Yesterday I discovered I need more than four curver boxes to take all the videotapes I desperately want and need with me. I filled four already and I'm still stuck with my Eurovision tapes and the "official" tapes I once bought.
I guess this means I'm a TV junkie.

Tomorrow is Gay Songfestival time. And I've forgotten everything.
It will be horror. It will be. It must be. I'll fall over. I'll forget to lipsynch. I'll not remember anything. We're doomed!

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