Here? 2.05 am Friday.
I know - but I slept when I got home - I was very tired - just getting sleepy again now!
I just wrote a biggish post elsewhere.....
Seemed like it might be past your bedtime...
'Tis. Well - not past when I LIKE to go to bed, but way past when I SHOULD go to bed.
...I understand precisely...
But, that's no excuse - get to bed and asleep right now young lady!!!
HELLO from Budapest, getting ready for bed myself. have you all been good while i was chasing members of parliament in central europe? auntie lowan, why are they such morrons?
Um, because Crete was full?
(okay, a little obscure, perhaps...)
Because we are horny Spainards?
What makes you call them morons, Dagglepuss?
Mornin' all.
I have twice dreamed, over the last two nights, that it was Friday night.
My only solace is that, now, next time I go to sleep, it will be.
What if you fall asleep in your morning tea?
Well, she's so sweet, she'd just dissolve in it!
(I'm trying out a new happy-and-nice construct. Let's see how it plays out...)
BillW that's great. This could be a new career for you.
PD - give up on it!
That photo would neatly sum up what I would LIKE to do right now!
But, you know, this wishing away your life thing ain't good - like - "Oh, I wish it were friday!"
I don't think I did that when I was waitressing and stuff - but, all that study to get the job I wanted - all that experience and further study to get the EXACT job I wanted - GOT the job I wanted - with the best team of people you could imagine - now I wish every day I didn't have to get up and go and do it!
I am sure if I were a wiser woman I would be able to stick with all my beliefs and stop this - but - oh god I wish it were Friday NIGHT now!!!!
I think you are suffering guilt. You are psychically stained in some way. I think this great burden would be lifted if you would pay off my creditors for me. That'd be good. I'll even buy you a beer, which you won't drink and will give back to me, and I will drink it, and, some time later, I will have to urinate, and I will do so in the proper receptacle, sending bits of me and my hormones and some ethanal skittering out to sea to confuse the little fishies there.
In some watersheds, so much birth-control stuff has been pissed into the water that the fish are having trouble reproducing. So very sad. The Pope of those Fish must be Pissed (that's angry, not drunk).
Both pissed "off" and pissed "on" - sounds like us woe begotten sots also. Life is just a big fish bowl!
