I'm going to Hell

I've been on holiday since last Wednesday, and unlike normal couples the Fluff and I dedicated most of our time to doing nothing. Well I did, the Fluff actually managed to get herself another job during this time.

There's something happening tonight I've waited a long time for, so here's what's going to happen:

1. Leaving work as soon as possible
2. Getting home as fast as possible
3. Eating dinner as quickly as possible
4. Having sex
5. Playing Guitar Hero II

I would've said 'having sex as quickly as possible', but let's face it, even if I do get some (and the Fluff is as eager to try out Guitar Hero II as I am) it will be quick enough without me trying to make it end sooner.

But yes, Guitar Hero II has arrived screeching it's awesomness into my face and hammering my brain with it's stupendability. I think if I actually play it, I may never be heard from again, only found lying in a pool of my own waste, plastic guitar controller laid in my lap, the Fluff in a similar state beside me, our faces fixed into a permanent and grotesque rock mask, our fingers warped and misshapen shadows of their former glory. It's going to be ace!