Friday, September 14, 2007

The story of my week...

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

5 comments:

scottish ali said...

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

Froog said...

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

moonrat said...

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

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)

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.