No, I’m not talking about the last section of the book The Last Days of Socrates by Plato, that is of philosophical and literative intrigue, no, I’m talking about the apology from my neighbour. He apologised to me yesterday night and I’m rather glad he did. He’s one of the only nice people I’ve met here (along with the my other neighbour and the guy the other side of the noisy guy), so staying on good terms is good. It also showed to me that maybe my form of revenge was heard and understood. I’m just glad he got the message.
I would use this post to now write how I feel about the Banjo Kazooie Nuts and Bolts demo but I really can’t be arsed. It’s getting late and it’s not all that much to write about. Maybe tomorow yer.