Freddie's Naked Day
I'm really really really in a foul mood of pure bastardy. My nose...only the right side...is filled to the brim with SNOT. I am undescribably tired and I want to go to my really really really arsed up and broken bed. Yahummy. I'm asking myself WHY I am up...I know why,but I know why not also. I knew I wouldn't make it on the computer in time because Nats decided to do 2 hours worth of work related cal;this was supposed to only take "a wee while". Now I'm contemplating what I shall do when I DO go upstairs. It will be after I finish this,I'm sure. I might listen to moosack but last night that actaully kept me awake: bad idea. Of course the heat was unbearable too and then the common thoughts churned away. It's not so much a bad mood I'm in...It's just a time where nothing seems worth mucho doing,thinking.seeing,believing and all that cal. I think I will listen to moosack. It's Freddie's 59th today and I usually celebrate with a bursting of Queen/Freddie at nightentime. It's off I go then,farewell to the Party on Mercury; It finishes in half an hour!