SIGH
I`m supposed to be writing a speech. As you can see I`m feeling really inspired at the moment. This bout of inspiration is so great that it has overwhelms me. I have fallen victim to its immensity, and am unable to channel it. Too bad it`s not of the divine kind. More bovine, I`d say.
I`m so so tired. Tired in general. I havne`t been sleeping well, clocking a miserable six or so instead of my former nine-and-a-half hours. “I can`t be bothered” has been etched on my soul by the god of procrastination, during one of these half-a-dozen short-hand clock spasms. Packing up your life is strange. Pizza-esque is what my existance has become. People round and about wanting a bit of me, an equal slice, but when I come back to the plate for my helping there`s nothing left.
sigh.
and another one for the journey.
sigh.
and why have two when you can have three,
sigh.
But you just have written a speech.; a fine one.
Just not a cheery one.
Comment by John — thep31e07beTue, 04 Jul 2006 22:59:15 +0100 24,2005 @
Yeah, it might be such a good thing if there’s an impromptu mass suicide once this leaving ceremony is over!
must think happy cheesy thoughts.
Comment by ainenifhloinn — thep31e07beWed, 05 Jul 2006 08:42:43 +0100 24,2005 @