Friday, September 14, 2007

The story of my week...

Leaden eyelids throb;
Brain stumbles from thought to thought.
Total exhaustion.
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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well, you will drink, won't you! Hell slap it into you...

September 14, 2007 9:57 PM
Froog said...

Actually, very little drinking this week. Just 'flu and insomnia and long days and A LOT of travelling...

September 15, 2007 2:21 AM
moonrat said...

sneezing stuffy nose
can't bear to go on that date
drinking on the couch

September 15, 2007 3:09 AM
moonrat said...

also: all the truth of the world in only TWO syllables!

NYQUIL!

(although I've heard that maybe it's not available in china)

September 15, 2007 3:10 AM
Froog said...

Have you noticed, Moonrat, how so many proprietary medicines somehow sound like the names of characters in fantasy fiction? Nyquil, a devious Baron of The Marches, in league with The Dark One.

BBC Radio many years ago did a spoof of 'Lord of the Rings' called 'Hordes of the Things'. One of the great gags in that was that all the wizards were named after brands of bath salts: Baddedas the Blue, Radox the Green, Fenjal the Pink.

Sorry to hear you're under the weather too. Shame about you missing your date. But I'm sure Enrique will give you a second chance.

September 15, 2007 5:23 AM

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