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Oct. 6th, 2003 08:41 amAh monday, it's here once again - how are you?
Shaddup I'm trying to sleep.
Oh, very nice. Here I am all bright and early at work, hard doing; um, looking busy and you're all cranky - fine way to greet me for a week.
Mmmhaarrrr five more minutes
You should have been up for 8 hours 41 minutes by now, you've got no excuse at all - if anyone I should be the one trying to sleep.
Don't care, go away, get me some coffee
I knew it, monday's addicted to coffee.
Well that was the weekend, by golly. Another 2 days in the world of me - which given an average life expectancy of, say, 73 odd years, represents 0.000075 of my total life allocation. So there you go.
Knackering, thats what it was; my knee is not a happy bunny, mostly by virtue of not even being a member of the leporidae family in the first place and also not being capable of emotions - as far as I'm aware at least.
Hmmm, emotional psionic knees - that could be the way forward. Emotive psionic death knees, with armoured kneepads, laser rays, full spectrum radar scanners, bionic alien implants and their own coffee supply. People aren't considering the real issues anymore I tell you.
Like doughnuts. Where does the hole go anyway?
Probably the knees have stolen it - I'd better start wrapping mine in tinfoil.
The week stretches out before me, like a giant stretchy thing. Dancing to look forward to, and dancing to remember. The rest of it is just filler, and that sandwich isn't looking too great.
Shaddup I'm trying to sleep.
Oh, very nice. Here I am all bright and early at work, hard doing; um, looking busy and you're all cranky - fine way to greet me for a week.
Mmmhaarrrr five more minutes
You should have been up for 8 hours 41 minutes by now, you've got no excuse at all - if anyone I should be the one trying to sleep.
Don't care, go away, get me some coffee
I knew it, monday's addicted to coffee.
Well that was the weekend, by golly. Another 2 days in the world of me - which given an average life expectancy of, say, 73 odd years, represents 0.000075 of my total life allocation. So there you go.
Knackering, thats what it was; my knee is not a happy bunny, mostly by virtue of not even being a member of the leporidae family in the first place and also not being capable of emotions - as far as I'm aware at least.
Hmmm, emotional psionic knees - that could be the way forward. Emotive psionic death knees, with armoured kneepads, laser rays, full spectrum radar scanners, bionic alien implants and their own coffee supply. People aren't considering the real issues anymore I tell you.
Like doughnuts. Where does the hole go anyway?
Probably the knees have stolen it - I'd better start wrapping mine in tinfoil.
The week stretches out before me, like a giant stretchy thing. Dancing to look forward to, and dancing to remember. The rest of it is just filler, and that sandwich isn't looking too great.
