Pulled my self away from the game to EAT. So good guys aint felt like this since the halo 3 launch night
A wild first world problem appears
Royal Mail are a shambles of a company. My postman has the god damn cheek to put a sorry you were out card through my letter box, when he didn't even ring or knock on the door to check I was in first. He didn't give me an item code, so I have to make my way to the post office at my fucking expense. Half tempted to make a formal complaint.
My jimmies are utterly rustled.
A wild first world problem appears