So what am I doing home on a Friday night?

For some reason, this Friday, today, seems more special than other Fridays. For some strange reason, I am compelled to be spending my time out tonight, whereas other nights I would be content leaping off tall buildings and ripping the organs out of computerised pixels.

For some reason, this Friday is no ordinary Friday.

So what am I doing home on a Friday night, mulling over the circumstances of my 4 concurrent predicaments?

Hot stuffz.

-7.01p.m, 17-7-09