War is bad, M'KAY....

Following our gym session, which left me looking like an exhausted beetroot that had been left out in the sun too long, and left me hobbling around on already stiff legs, I made us some lunch (more points than I meant to, but I was so hungry!!) and then settled on the sofa.

Matt bought a keyboard for Rock Band 3 and then, post shower, he tricked me into playing on the Xbox...  The keyboard was too tempting, plus the fact that he was rubbish at it awakened my inner overly-competitive beast.  Unbeknown to me, as I thumped away at the keys, concentrating intently on the content flying towards me on the screen, and berating Matt and the cat for distracting me and causing missed notes, Matt snapped a picture of me.  Oh the shame!  Caught in the act...

Incidently, for those of you that may believe I'm scared, I'm not.  That's just the face I pull when I'm concentrating.

A busy rest of day, we're off out for coffee shortly and then up to a friends this evening.  I'm toying with the idea of having a "treat" night and ordering a pizza, and reintroducing bread this week.  But it's a LOT of points (approx. 30) for a pizza hut pizza, which would mean blowing all my weekly points in one go.  It'd equate to three gym sessions and two walks.  When you're putting in so much effort, a treat doesn't really feel like so much of a treat!!

Matt and Stu are now (remotely) playing a war game, I believe it's Flashpoint.  There's a chap doing some kind of commentary on it, and frankly, he's offensive.  His potty mouth is intense, and it's pretty difficult to think over the noise of intense gun fire and swear words.  Add to that the fact that death seems no real object for these super human warriers, and all that they have to do when they're shot repeatedly is duck behind some cover and get more health, or grab a health pack out of a bag and magically start running again, and it makes for an incredibly irritating passenger experience.

I never thought I'd say it.... but bring back Skyrim.

G out. x