What's the Cereal Number?

Note - This is Sunday's blog update, I just finished it at 1am-ish on Monday.

What a depressing day.

A few months ago, Rory's mother gave him the choice of either:

A) Keeping the UPC box, but losing the Hi-Speed Internet
B) Keeping the Internet, but losing the UPC box, or...
C) Keeping both, but losing the family dog.

Rory loved that Timmy... (that's what he named his UPC box).

As a result, he decided he would watch the Liverpool vs. Chelsea match at squareyes, mooching off of their Sky Sports. Eventually breaking under Tim's threats of uberpwnage all-round, we bought a few hours. I used this time to continue with my FIFA09 career, while Chelsea performed a massive last minute turnaround, winning the game 3-1...........

But before we could walk to squareyes, Rory wanted to collect his bike, where it had been locked outside the school since Friday. All he found was a smashed bike-lock. We walked up to Mill St. Garda Station and reported a bicycle theft to a less-than-enthusiastic Garda:

"What size is it?"
- "It's a small mountain bike."

"What color is it?"
- "Black, red and silver."

"What's the serial number?"
- "...I don't know."

I stopped talking when the Garda looked suspicious at me answering all of the questions!

Paul came in at 3.30pm, Brian yelled at him, calling him several Airbus-related terms. All I heard was the word "graphics card" spat out every few seconds, so I could care less what it was about. Both of them took a cab back to Newcastle to play with their graphics cards, so Rory and I took this time to go get lunch in Ed's.; pizza slice with meatballs.

Brian and Paul eventually came back and were best friends once again (we can only assume that Brian gave him the good lovin'). I was still hungry, so I ate an entire packet of Fig Rolls. Use the empty space below to judge me:

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The four of us proceeded to play Rock Band for an hour. That, plus a few games of Far Cry 2 and Crysis Wars was just about all we did worth blogging about.

Rory and I walked with Paul to his train back up to Dublin *sniff* and I held his tea while he scrambled maddeningly for his ticket. Wouldn't you know that I'd be talking to him on MSN less than four hours later... Boy, can he run!

Well, I must depart. I've got a recorded episode of Fringe to watch!


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