After a week of 25cent noodles and George Foreman'd Pizzas for dinner I decided that for the good of my health some real food was needed. I got a lift on friday evening with a gentleman known as Bildo, you probably know him as Bildo or Fats.
We departed and picked up some hitchikers quickly to make the journey more interesting. I arrived home with minor injuries and devoured some leftover lasagna.
Being at home was weird, it no longer felt like home and the fact that my room was full of crap that wasn't my own was saddening also.
During the week I had joined jugger and it was causing my limbs serious pain and major discomfort, this was my main inspiration for going home to a warm house with a working oven.
After my lasagna I watched David Blaine hold his breath in a human fishbowl for 7 minutes after spending a week in the thing. I could do better I just don't have the resources that the he has.
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