I saw my friend Rob and Mike yesterday. I spent most of the day with Rob with much enjoyment since this is the first time in a long time I felt free to do whatever the fuck I want, without a guilt trip from grandma to do something more constructive. We went out, talked, ate and be merry. I ate a sandwich that Rob made for me that was great. It had a full flavour to it...and almost put the sandwiches I made in Vancouver to shame. Why is this? It's becasue the ingredients are very good. Not so much the condiments aside from the mayo which has it's qualities, but it was mainly how the meat and cheese filled my mouth with a full aroma of sandwich. The ones that I made in Vancouver, albeit good, now upon reflection seem full in flavour, but a very manufactured flavour.

I dicked around on Rob's PS2 of GTA:VC and was elated beyond comparison. Running directly into cars was great, just tossing the character feet away from the crash. It was great to play games again. However I think the best part of my day was that of when I listened to a Jeff Buckley song, "The Sky is a Landfill"