This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...and there in lies my problem. I have, as I start typing, nothing to say. I mean, that's it. There's just nothing going on in my head or where ever else. My left index finger does hurt a little, but I'm not sure why, I just thought that you should understand how typing this update is uncomfortable for me. The other day, I found super cheap vodka, and acquired a bottle of it, for less than a fiver. Heh. I thought that I'd have half of it, get that nice tingly feel, and leave the rest, thus finding out if it was some lethal sort of paint stripper and something cheaper. Accidentally, I drank all bar one shot, and it did roughly nothing. The point of the story is that I'm now much too sober and not happy about it. Getting access to a PC that actually works was a bad idea. I had hardly touched computer games for some years, really, with a few fleeting exceptions. Now I'm all kinds of... playing some, too much. They let me sack the Papacy, damn it! What can I do? And so forth. On the bright side, the decent PC is a pile of shit, and hardly works, so I may just come back to basic word processing, and damn the Danelaw. I have to write letters. I'm about to drink something I promised to somebody else. But I don't see him around, so there you go. I haven't read a book or eaten any Weetabix for days... 4:07 a.m. - 2005-02-24 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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