I HAD TO DRAG MYSELF TO THE COMPUTER JUST TO TELL YOU I'm feeling horrible. Not like saying anything. Not like doing anything. It is a "gorgeous" day. The world gleams as if viewed through designer shades. When actually I'm wearing my horrible "Specsavers second pair free" plastic on their last legs specs that I was going to tint blue at one point; somehow never got round to... Gabbly threw an eppie last night when Paterfam and I were scheduled to talk. Kept disconnecting him. So there I was, tapping keys to nobody. We agreed you have to keep on going whatever the pitfalls. Gremlins will not get me down. Just as in life, really. Now I want to go to bed. 'Cept I don't wanna go to bed. I keep thinking of McDonald's chocolate shake ... then I think of the queues in there and the heat and the way their machine has of breaking down whenever the weather makes it needed. I've been to all my friends' blogs but had nothing to comment. O boo-hoo it's one of those days. But why?? That's what gets me. What is wrong? Why am I like this?
*how did I intend to write "milkshake" and come up with this?
Video of the day: Throwing Pies at Flies
Holiday photo log - I suggest starting at log 1 then it makes more sense. Or ignoring them all because there is nothing worse than being forced to view another's holiday photo...
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