I'm giving myself all of three minutes to write this entry... which is a bit impossible because it is freezing around these parts. I am (unsuccessfully) attempting to keep my hands warm... by sandwiching them under my butt and on top of the computer seat, and not leaving them naked and poised on the keypad.

Also, I punished an entire bottle of Pink Muscat Sparkling Wine so I am a little bit delirious, a little bit sleepy, and a helluvalot burpy. I know, I'm sire you haven't forgotten just how attractive I can be.

I got up to a lot today. That is all.

I'll save it for next time why I actually got up to a lot today, why it is I devoured that bottle of bubbly, why I'm never around anymore, why I'm approximately 60m wider, and why it is fried eggs just never come out quite right... and yes, I realise I said "Watch this space, I'll be back, blah blah" last time... but you're just going to have to get accustomed to the fact that liars deserve your pity. OKAY?

GOTTA GO. I REALLY NEED TO SLEEP NOW IF I WANT TO WAKE UP EARLY ENOUGH TO BASH THE TREADMILL BEFORE BEAUTIFYING MYSELF FOR WORK, ON ACCOUNT OF I WAS NOT ABLE TO TREADMILL TONIGHT BECAUSE IN THE CROSSROAD OF LIFE FOR THE 5TH OF JULY, 2010, I CHOSE INEBRIATION OVER PERSPIRATION.

Hoohah.

Posted in: on Monday, July 5, 2010 at at 11:11 PM