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Oh, I love working four night weekends.. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday.. my bodyclock is not fucked at ALL. I came home at 7am and have slept ALL day. I wake up and it's time to go to work again. Hmph.
I feel as if I should have something to talk about, but I don't. Nothing comes to mind. No, wait, lots of things come to mind, but my mind and more importantly my mutinous fingers will not dance to my tune and so goes another chance to quantify, inspect and analyse all the shit that is building up in my head. In many ways it's kinda like the restaurant scene from Monty Python's The Meaning Of Life. The unfeasibly huge dinner guest just eats and eats and eats and eats until he cannot eat no more. This is metaphorically in my case, you understand. I'm overweight but not to HIS standards. My brain just eats and eats, or is it eats away and eats away? Anyway, it just builds up and builds up and then... one final final "waffer thin mint".. BOOM!! The room is showered in vomit and I'm cavernously empty.
Today's analogy was sponsoered by Pringles.
I feel as if I should have something to talk about, but I don't. Nothing comes to mind. No, wait, lots of things come to mind, but my mind and more importantly my mutinous fingers will not dance to my tune and so goes another chance to quantify, inspect and analyse all the shit that is building up in my head. In many ways it's kinda like the restaurant scene from Monty Python's The Meaning Of Life. The unfeasibly huge dinner guest just eats and eats and eats and eats until he cannot eat no more. This is metaphorically in my case, you understand. I'm overweight but not to HIS standards. My brain just eats and eats, or is it eats away and eats away? Anyway, it just builds up and builds up and then... one final final "waffer thin mint".. BOOM!! The room is showered in vomit and I'm cavernously empty.
Today's analogy was sponsoered by Pringles.