Aw just get fucked...
This' been a weekend of catching up with sleep - I've not been sleeping properly for the last four or so weeks - and woke about an hour or so ago to find that my headphones are fucked. Aw great. The cabling to the right earphone works if I fiddle it into a contact position, but is making for great frustration. I am having great difficulty dealing with much right now. I'll be lucky if I can order a pizza, to be honest.
It also helps that I can't think straight, it's like sleep deprivation is bitch-slapping me and saying "No! Now did you see what you did there?!" where as it's not a big stint of non-sleep, but one of culmination. I wouldn't be surprised if I sound like I'm on drugs right now. I reckon I've even got the swagger! Hell, I could be a bad guy in a western! I was gonna use a name, but my brain can't even formulate what it is! For some reason, I keep thinking Bruce Springsteen, but that's hell wrong. Damnit, what's his name?! He's a man's man, talked with a swagger. True Grit. Fuck, John Wayne. That's his name. Ooh, did I tangent or what..?
Thankfully, the only person I've had to deal with today is Wolfgang, across the road, to get some chicken feed for Mum's chooks. Not sure if words are working for me...
Shit, that reminds me, I've at least two phone calls I must attend to some time today. Great, I'm not gonna make any sense at all.
Wee poo brain monkey flying giblet pencil forehead mucus orange spaghetti bike wing nostril!
And I have to work tomorrow. That's just not fair.
Hope you peeps (I can't believe I just used that term - shoot me) are having a relaxing time or at least painting it purple! Carpe jugulum!
It also helps that I can't think straight, it's like sleep deprivation is bitch-slapping me and saying "No! Now did you see what you did there?!" where as it's not a big stint of non-sleep, but one of culmination. I wouldn't be surprised if I sound like I'm on drugs right now. I reckon I've even got the swagger! Hell, I could be a bad guy in a western! I was gonna use a name, but my brain can't even formulate what it is! For some reason, I keep thinking Bruce Springsteen, but that's hell wrong. Damnit, what's his name?! He's a man's man, talked with a swagger. True Grit. Fuck, John Wayne. That's his name. Ooh, did I tangent or what..?
Thankfully, the only person I've had to deal with today is Wolfgang, across the road, to get some chicken feed for Mum's chooks. Not sure if words are working for me...
Shit, that reminds me, I've at least two phone calls I must attend to some time today. Great, I'm not gonna make any sense at all.
Wee poo brain monkey flying giblet pencil forehead mucus orange spaghetti bike wing nostril!
And I have to work tomorrow. That's just not fair.
Hope you peeps (I can't believe I just used that term - shoot me) are having a relaxing time or at least painting it purple! Carpe jugulum!