4.8.04

n'arg'h

Them Gerbils with the little pickaxes going away at my brain again.
Geneva clouds of steam seeping in through every pore and condensing to make me pig-like.
Air-co silent refuge from the argh-ness of moment.
Needness to surf the crimson waves is here and not for the first time feared not coming. Quadruple negatives.
Crap Music on le television encore une fois.
Wet clothes dripping in every other room as lack of clothes hanging rack is quite the stressing.
Atleast all fire causing elements have been cautiously switched OFF.
Taking care of yourself is quite tedious, really.
Train to catch at 9am tomorrow...WHipIEE.

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