Alan T. Fitch
My personal multi-daily diary
I am at home
I did boxing after we had a break after lunch. I was running around really fast. Mr. Crane asked how I can still be running round just after a big lunch.
I got home, and cried. Because Mum asked me to cook, and I said yes. They thought I had the hump, I just didn't want to be at home. I told Mum that we couldn't eat the mince because it expired a month ago. She told me it had been in the fridge defrosting, and was originally in the freezer. I then asked if it was 31 December 2020 or 2021, as the expiry date said 'use by 31 Dec'. She had a right blow at me, because I kept persisting that we shouldn't eat it. They said it was fine to eat, but, to be honest, it didn't taste right when I had dinner just now if pasta and mince.
I went to my room, after refraining from throwing my middle finger up at Mark, and cried a little, thinking that I could never do anything right, that I was 'thick as shit' (as I am sometimes called ehern in an argument) and that I would never do well in life. Mum then called me down and told me about it all. I didn't listen, because I didn't trust what she was saying. For great sake, I said that the mince did not taste right. Or is that because there was no pasta sauce this time? I don't know.
Das then phone after dinner. I got another parcel, which was Metal Gear Solid. Apparently, it is like Resident Evil, where you need to keep as much ammo for the end or it gets very tricky to complete.
I am now playing Medal Of Honor: Underground. I am now going to carry on playing it, meaning that my entry ends here.