This isn't a Rebecca Black Kind of Friday. It's not even a metal kind of Friday. It's just another regular Friday. Except I don't have to work. So the agenda? Nowhere near as cool as last weekend's. Gym soon, comic book shop, then home to try to finish off Dead Island. Why do I feel the need to finish it off so badly tonight? Because of this:
This came to my front door today, and dammit I need to start. I mean, it's Batman for fuck's sake. You don't just ignore Batman.
So, as I sip on my coffee and watch Bond lay in the one sunspot in the room, I wonder whether or not I'll actually start the blog entry on my website that I've been wanting to get to all week. Who knows what the day holds for me. Perhaps Bond has some wisdom to impart upon me.
Nope. Just that cat look.
Back to Dead Island. For now.
