The days of the week go round and round
Like scary little people

I keep having dreams about Half-Life 2. They’re not dreams about the fact that I want to own the game, although I would like to get hold of it. My computer’s not really up to running it, but I’d probably buy it anyway.

My dreams have been more about being in Half-Life 2. I become Gordon Freeman and run around doing stuff. One dream involved climbing around on a lot of pipes, and that was pretty much it. It was great though, I was climbing all over these pipes and grabbing onto other ones and swinging over to them and I was amazed at this. Its was like the best pipe-climbing simulator thing ever.

Another dream involved me running around telling everyone that I was Gordon Freeman. This was also a lot of fun, although I can’t remember exactly why. I’ve had a few more dreams about the game, but they’re rather vague and fuzzy in my memory. In another dream, I was quite possibly the actual Half-Life 2 game and I have a vague recollection of how thrilling it was to be sold at a phenomenal rate.

My dreams are a lot of fun.

On second thoughts, I might not get the game now. It probably won’t live up to my expectations.

Robert Kilroy-Silk has moved in next door. He’s an extraordinarily disagreeable fellow.

Only a day after he had moved in, he painted his front door Dyno-Rod orange. A week later and he had covered his entire house in the stuff. He sneaks round to my doorstep early in the morning and pisses on my newspaper. He is insiting that I change the name of my pet cat to “Veritas”. The fact that I do not own a pet cat seems to have passed him by.

I don’t think we’ll be friends.

That’s a power I’d enjoy to have. Yes