Bah.
Second stupidest thing I have said today: “Oh well, bitches will be women”
I’ve been up far too long I feel, or not as the case may be. Evidence of this is the more then usual confusing array of shit that has been erupting from my mouth today and yesterday.
I’ve been sitting on my ass far too long too, as I realized much to my annoyance last night at about 4am. I arose to make my 404th coffee, and promptly hit the deck (which is luckily made of concrete) due to my right leg being completely asleep.
The leg didn’t feel any pain, but my shoulder did. Then the dogs came out and licked my face and kept butting my head, the bastards. They took my pitiful arm waving as playfulness I think.
Also, no matter how much coffee I seem to drink, I can’t get the taste of mandarin out of my mouth. I also can’t get the thought that I did something/said something/acted out something truly stupid and/or terrible Saturday night. I can’t recall….
But that’s no matter, because I’m nothing, and all I do is wrong. Like, totally wrong.
This typing has stretched the kinks out of my clawed fingers at last, I’m away to do more touching of seppo’s.
I’ve been up far too long I feel, or not as the case may be. Evidence of this is the more then usual confusing array of shit that has been erupting from my mouth today and yesterday.
I’ve been sitting on my ass far too long too, as I realized much to my annoyance last night at about 4am. I arose to make my 404th coffee, and promptly hit the deck (which is luckily made of concrete) due to my right leg being completely asleep.
The leg didn’t feel any pain, but my shoulder did. Then the dogs came out and licked my face and kept butting my head, the bastards. They took my pitiful arm waving as playfulness I think.
Also, no matter how much coffee I seem to drink, I can’t get the taste of mandarin out of my mouth. I also can’t get the thought that I did something/said something/acted out something truly stupid and/or terrible Saturday night. I can’t recall….
But that’s no matter, because I’m nothing, and all I do is wrong. Like, totally wrong.
This typing has stretched the kinks out of my clawed fingers at last, I’m away to do more touching of seppo’s.