A night of carnage

Fuck yeah! I love Sundays! Except when I'm working, but I didn't today and so it was a great day. I got a lot of shit done as well, I did some creative writing (if that's the correct term for what I'm doing, some people would probably call it something else), some reading and some serious reveling in Californication. A couple of sandwiches, a yoghurt, a cookie and my three favourite drinks (from left to right: coffee, whiskey and Swedish root beer) combined with Hank Moody's latest escapades made for a very pleasant afternoon.

After that my friend came over and we watched Saw V before we set off for the cinema and Saw IV. Gruesome. After a little over three hours of carnage, gore, pain and plenty of mangled, shredded, pressed, cut, sliced, shot, squeezed, stabbed and otherwise tortured human beings I came home and I felt... not nauseated but hungry for mince. So I ate a Russian pasty. Then I felt sick.

A weird, or should I say creepy, thing happened on the way to the cinema. In Sweden, the license plates on cars are made up of three letters followed by three digits. As we were driving we met a car with the letters SAW on the plates. Scary stuff.

I have to get up fairly early tomorrow and go to work so I'm gonna head off to bed and finish the last Dune novel, which I will have something to say about tomorrow (no spoils, I promise!).