Yerg. Arg. Bleeeh, as Buffy zombies were fond of saying.
I’m currently running off two hours sleep so I’m half expecting a lithe American lass to jump me and dismember me viciously. We can all dream, can’t we?
I’m not here. That is to say my body is functioning, just, but my intellect has vanished into a dark corner of my mind and is refusing to play. It’s a very small corner too. Pride and hope are there to, and it isn’t crowded.
We had a Pizza Hut pizza last night and it did me in, I just couldn’t get to sleep after eating the shiny cheese grease coated demon of insomnia. My diet has been so bad this last week, on to the salads for a while, I need some vitamins.
I know what I should be eating; I just don’t like it much. Salads hold the same appeal for me as a paper cut. Time I started my running again as well, paper cut me now.
3 responses so far ↓
1 Rich // Apr 21, 2005 at 12:30 AM
Thousands Island dressing makes salad
2 Rich // Apr 21, 2005 at 12:31 AM
er… the heart symbol BREAKS your website.
All I eat at the moment. :|
3 Jackdaw // Apr 21, 2005 at 7:49 PM
ah, I guess it thinks that it’s code :(
Silly site.
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