What a pants evening

Amazon Prime... You kinda let me down on that whole 'Next day delivery' thing. Meticulously planned out my evening during the duration of my shift. I would get home, eat dinner with Louis, watch a film and then tuck in to Pikmin 3. Louis made himself an omelet and was content with buggering off as soon as I got home and my mail hadn't arrived. Truly a disappointing evening, though somewhat numbed by Maid in Manhattan. Not numbed in a conventional sense, but rather my very being was doped by the colour the numbers romantic-comedy, with very little of the latter and a nearly non-existent former.