I’m sitting here leafing through the news, and it all just runs together. Some Jackass has died (some say he was drunk, but this isn’t confirmed), there’s more ash cloud lulzdrama (this time on the underbelly of the world) and all the standard reports on crime that both frighten and desensitize us to the whole concept of harm. Really, I just should make up my own headlines – 50 foot Gaddafi in heart attack ice-dancing gay affair baby! Masterchef aliens on clay plane distaster! Torchwood fired in US crime error!
Obviously, my brain broke itself again, ha ha. But at least it’s in good company with toys like this:
And in Today’s News…
What’s that you say? Royal Breast Cancer Alert?! Christmas Machine ‘Out of Control’?! Oh man… I think this’ll do me for the rest of the day, thank you very much!
Otherwise, I’m just sort of limping by, attempting to convince myself that getting stuff done is a good idea. I can and I will, as getting my tinywhine on gets it out of my system and off of my back. And as odd as it sounds, it does me good to get it out to here – you are mainly anonymous to me, and thereby not as likely to ‘oh poor baby!’ me to death, which is annoying. I seek not attention, after all (not for that, at least) – I just need my grumbles out of me and into the aether so that well… they’re not in me. *laughs*
*glares at guts* I didn’t tell you you were allowed to get in on this too… sigh. Mayhap I’ll piece myself back together a bit better tomorrow, eh? At least the sun is out a bit now and it’s not too hot, so if the grass pollen doesn’t murder me, perhaps I’ll make the best of it and risk the daystar a bit. Have a pleasant day, and all of that”