The Best Feeling in the World

Alright, let me describe this for you guys.

It's late in the evening. Like, eleven, maybe midnight. You've got the lights on low, and it's warm in your living room. Cosy. Everything sort of glows, like, a deep red. It's chill, except warm. You've got the fire on. Hell, you have central heating

Sit in that couch. SINK in it, man. It's a nice couch. It's warm too - none of that leather crap making it feel all rubbery. Thank Zephyrus for finding the most epic couch in existance in that junkyard. You could sleep on this. Erebus says it's lumpy, but screw him, he's nine foot tall, of course it'll feel lumpy to him.To you, right now, you could just curl up and fall asleep.

Can't do that, though. On the coffe table are three massive pizzas. One is loaded with like a million different sorts of meat - bacon, ham, chicken, pepperoni, beef, even some sausage I think. Another one is one of those New Yorker ones, where they've replaced the sauce with bbq sauce, and stuffed the crust with it too. And it's got onions and pepperoni and stuff. And the last is one with so much cheese on it you could bungee jump from the strands when you take a bite. That one gets a bit messy, but you don't mind. Oh, and there's something to drink, of course. Alcohol. Why not? Get some cheap lager from somewhere, crack open the 151 for guess who.

And we have a movie. Of course. A really good movie, picked out. No tantrums, no fuss. This is a success. A really good one.

There you are - or, rather, there I am, all warm and cosy, sunk into the couch, eating pizza and drinking booze, and watching Erebus stuff his face, not watching himself as he smears sauce and bits of ground beef around his mouth, looking like a little kid as the both of us watch Johnny Mnemonic.

Bliss.