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January 18th

There is nothing to fill the gaps in today.

Went to school. Watched the end of Sex Education which was great. Played Resident Evil 0 and Tetris. Went to work and everyone was panicking (weird way to spell it) because the systems were broken and I wasn't sure why. What was everyone worrying about? I don't understand. People who usually just moan and don't give a fuck all of a sudden cared because the systems weren't working. What difference does it make? No-one could really explain and I didn't care enough to pursue it. The world didn't explode so I came home and ate too many tuna sandwiches. Played a bit more Resident Evil 0 and Tetris (and a bit of Onrush). Listened to podcasts. Tried to watch some live streaming but it had finished. Watched some YouTube videos and wrote this.

Going to read my book now. Sorry this is boring but the only thing I am doing is waiting for packages. It might be snowing. I bet thats when they send them. When they can't be delivered.

Hey hey hey.

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