I'm tired. And sleeping is still hard. But I suppose I must be sleeping, for there are those hours which I do not remember... Life is life. And it plods ever onward. Trying to get a life however is still an ongoing quest.
Tis raining. And I have meat. Not to beat. But to eat! Sos I'm in a cheery mood, happily moping in the lounge watching a Tenacious D dvd I got off Adam. And pondeirng the psycological implications of talismans as mental crutches. I have a fair few, what does this say about me?