Untitled #3.
So I'm back home.
You wouldn't guess how sitting around for 40 hours can exhaust a person, but it does.
And when one's about to crash in bed, what do they find? Ant-hill in the kitchen, built on old potatoes, and 270, I repeat, 270 messages in their inbox. And it's not like anyone was writing me. But oh, you'd know, wouldn't you?
So now, I'm pretty realistic about how people are, thus not surprised. But anyone who might be thinking that starting another wank over at holmeschat tonight would be a good idea, think again.
Because I'm going to find your message in my box, have a good laugh at it, and then rip you apart.
Plans for today:
Stay well.
Someone remind me why I moved away from Mummy dearest. And possibly to be bothered with rubber gloves next time I work with Hydrochloric Acid.
You wouldn't guess how sitting around for 40 hours can exhaust a person, but it does.
And when one's about to crash in bed, what do they find? Ant-hill in the kitchen, built on old potatoes, and 270, I repeat, 270 messages in their inbox. And it's not like anyone was writing me. But oh, you'd know, wouldn't you?
So now, I'm pretty realistic about how people are, thus not surprised. But anyone who might be thinking that starting another wank over at holmeschat tonight would be a good idea, think again.
Because I'm going to find your message in my box, have a good laugh at it, and then rip you apart.
Plans for today:
- get some decent sleep
- have a cup of strong black tea
- have a word or two with more idiotic people
- grab myself a drink
- alone
- catch up with Saturday's Doctor Who
- or maybe even with BBC Sherlock
- get some more sleep
Stay well.
Someone remind me why I moved away from Mummy dearest. And possibly to be bothered with rubber gloves next time I work with Hydrochloric Acid.