My mother tormented me with the game when I was about ten, knowing full well I'd never beat her. So I've gone and got myself a game, hoping to prove myself. That degree has to be worth something, right? I played her last week and she beat me. Again!
But tonight, armed with too much wine and TRAPEZE and JOKEY, I win. A childhood scar is erased.
P.S. Car was in for fixing today. The clutch has gone. And they can't get the gearbox back in. They need it for another day. I'm gonna have borrow Bob's car. That means I have to get up at 5 to take him to work. Damn.
Why isn't there a mood icon for plastered?