This morning, I was rudely awakened by someone leaping out of bed with a traumatised gasp. This person hurriedly grabbed something beside the bed and rushed into the bathroom.
“Huh?” I mumbled sleepily, wondering what was up. Looking at my phone, I saw that it was only 8.30 am.
As far as I knew, the Goonfather didn’t have an appointment or anything. It was supposed to be a leisurely Sunday today.
I went back to sleep.
When I woke up later, I asked the Goonfather, “What happened this morning? You were late for something?”
“No,” he said, looking very mellow, “I just had a feeling that I was being attacked in Travian.”
“You jumped out of bed so dramatically to play Travian??”
“I have to protect my resources.”
Sent from my iPhone 3G.