Suko, suko

We've spent the night over at a friend's playing around with a new Game Cube import. Of course, being an import, the games that come with it are also imports. A good few hours have just completely vanished as we guided Luigi around a mansion in a haunted quest to find Mario. At least, that's what we think is going on, but since 95% of the text is in Japanese it's a bit hard to be sure. The tutuorial was certainly the most bizarre I've ever seen since we had no idea what was going on. Maybe if we knew what "Suko, suko" meant we'd stand a chance as it seems to be the most repeated phrase to date... Somehow before we knew it 9pm had turned into 1.45am and we decided that sleeping might be a good idea.

Quiet

It's quiet right now and I'm feeling pleased with myself. I've tidied the living room (and boy, did it need it) and done twenty minutes on the rowing machine. I always accompany the rowing with loud music because it drowns out the squeak of the machine that probably needs some proper oil and isn't too impressed with WD40. It's perhaps the main time that I listen to music and it adds some enthusiasm to the otherwise mundane task of working myself into a sweat.

Consequently, when I stop and switch off the music everything is quiet and calm. Particularly so tonight. Raz went off to join in the delights of Luigi's mansion again and I decided to stay home to clear up. So it's just the hum of the machines and the quiet clattering of the keyboard. Peace. Ah.