Diatribes of the Dark Rabbit

I just got back from the gig actually, and getting there was a story in and of itself.

Basically, I decided that I would go back early and give myself time to prepare. It was a long day and I have just handed in the bulk of my assignments for the term so I'm feeling pretty good. Went and dropped off my entry for the club's painting competition at GW and that's where I got sidetracked, deciding to hang around a bit. So, when it came to about 6pm I decided it was time to go and left ...

So, here it comes. The day that all students, gamers, and people who spend too much money on pointless things dread.

I have officially run out of money. So, as they said in Terry Pratchett's Thief of Time, when the final Horseman of the Apocalypse rides out, "Oh boy. We're in trouble now."

I now have to survive four weeks until pay day, without a single cent to my name to spend on my beloved Warhammer 40k. This actually doesn't bother me that much - it ...