Pancakery

There are few pleasures in life comparable to the absolute extasy of digging into a mountain of pancakes at 10 on a lonely Friday night. Ahh, calories, you make my anti-social mood evaporate.
I have just returned from a late-night IHOP run. Mmmm IHOP, you hold so many memories. Do they have IHOPs in Britain? It is the International House Of Pancakes after all...

Anyways, now, after filling my guts with buttery, syrupy goodness, I am ready to be friendly again. Unfortunately it is almost midnight, and I doubt anyone will be able to hang out. There's always Agb, but I'd rather not get high in his rape van in my driveway again :P He's got a girlfriend now, so no flirting, and we'd probably just end up snarking at each other until the THC set in anyway.

It's weird having time to waste. This is the first Friday since the school year started where I'm not at a game or attending some religious event. After quitting the-sport-that-shall-not-be-named, I feel like I've got all the time in the world, it's a little disconcerting. I don't know what to do with it. I suppose I could take up drawing again. I'm quite good at portraits, but the last one I drew was of Cassi, and that was about a million yeas ago.

Also, few and foreign followers, I have a question for you: video blog? yay or nay?
Ok, that's technically two... pshh details, details.