So tired. So busy, so much.
So full I'm empty. Like one of those sliding tile puzzles. Fifteen tiles in sixteen spaces.
Except right now I'm sixteen, so nothing can move.
Maybe Friday night will pop one out, get things flowing.
Laters.
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Take your vitamins. That's my advice.
Posted by: Timbo | 16 February 2007 at 14:29
And did it?
Posted by: Jack | 17 February 2007 at 17:10
i wanna go out in London and get shitfaced.......anyone want to babysit and experience a different level of tiredness?????
Did you wake up on a parkbench in Milton Keynes...(hang on.....is there a park in Milton Keynes?)
Ps ...what did you buy for breakfast......
Posted by: pocketpunk | 18 February 2007 at 11:07
In a way, I worry when I read posts like that. I think to myself "Cue binge drinking, alcohol poisoning and hours of trying to remember what the fuck you did last night."
Hope you're feeling a little more move-able after a weekend off.
Posted by: Beth | 18 February 2007 at 22:34
Parks in Milton Keynes? I believe someone once spotted a pot-plant on a window-sill... no advances on that, as of yet, as far as I know...
Posted by: Aidan | 19 February 2007 at 01:08