shit

shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

midnight: moved over to headphones, having turned off the monitors.

had I?

no, I hadn't.

Thought I had, but I'd not switched off the right monitor.

opened the doors, opened the windows (because it's hot).

turned the volume up.

only hit play when my senns were firmly clamped on my head.

shit shit shit shit shit.

hope liz isn't too angry.

shit.

if you're interested in humans

Read this: Cognitive Dissonance
( amateur psychology )

(no subject)

Overheard words in paranoid stations...
( the girl with the screensaver eyes )

the juice

ohhh, the things I get up to when I'm pished.

sorry about that. cut-tag retrospectively employed ;)

hmm.

wednesday.

Wednesday?

What the fuck use to me is a wednesday?

Friday's what you're after, chum. much more handy. weekend beckons, satan's leathery wanger pauses briefly in its eternal thrusting into your ear and god's off to see the inlaws, so you can nick his jellybabies.

Wednesday? crap day. can't even spell itself right.

Now, a good thursday, that'll do ya. set the queen on fire, reincarnate as a particularly tetchy monkey, infest parliament with otters and construct a scale model of the Taj Mahal out of peeps (it's both awe inspiring and somehow Not Right) - get all of that out of the way on a thursday, no bother.

Wednesday? I dunno. At absolute best, you can probably buy some cheese and insult a Welshman.

Right. Think positive.

Who's Welsh?

hah

saved from morning meeting hangover hell by my own startling ineptitude.

I can't find my bloody keys, and thus can't leave the house (well, could, but wouldn't be able to re-enter it).

I'm a muppet!

Albeit a muppet that gets the morning off by accident...

auto-equestrianism

I seem to be suffering from auto-equestrianism.

I opened a web browser, put the cursor in the address bar and stopped, with that feeling you get when you walk into the kitchen and can't remember why.

So I'm groping around my memory for what I was about to look up and to my horror and amazement, quite without any instructions from my brain, I watched my fingers slowly and deliberately type the word "horse", then return to my control.

I have absolutely no idea why they did that (except for the knowledge that horses are not only the best of all the animals but additionally, my friends).

kntz

Now, you too can insult your friends list while drunk with the latest Semagic: DeathBoy Edition.

:)