Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Can't sleep.

It's 3 o'clock in the morning here in Blighty and I'm up. Can't seem to sleep at the moment, what laughably passes for my brain is full of rubbish and convaluted thoughts that it obviously feels the need to deal with when I close my eyes to sleep. During the dya I mostly just think about stuff like work, how the misses is getting on, how many times can I legitimately take a shower, does my hair need cutting, what is that over there?, you know, life-altering stuff. So why the hell can't the ol' grey matter deal with all of it when I'm up. Surely it's better for both of us.
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Word of the day. Crapsifruit.

1. a. - Alt. of Crapsifruit. ~ (Crap-see-frute) To be a bit crap and slightly fruity. (See John Inman.)

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