The Mind Is A Dangerous Place

Things that should boggle the mind but do not

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Man, work today wiped me out. Havent felt so tired in ages. Or maybe it was the steak, pizza, chocolate puffs and apple pies that did it. The feeling after a heavy meal of ingestion usually cumulates in absolute lethargy. That, coupled with the exhaustion of work produces an amalganation of desire for sleep. Yet sleep I cannot, if only to attend to my fanatical readers who leave no tags on my aptly placed tagboard. It's all rather galling.
Still, fans I have, and fans I must serve.

Been doing some weird quiz that involves friends and opinions (very superficial vain stuff I can tell you), and discovered many of them (well... 3) thought me dependable and... I shudder to think... caring. Actually caring. It's like saying Mr Hyde was actually nice. And I'm dependable as a candle in the wind. A very small candle in the midst of a hurricane. Other comments included wit (which I wholely agree to a degree tied like a bee to a see-saw tree), and something like self-conscious, evidence given in the form of me looking at the mirror far too many times for God's liking. And here I thought pple loved me for the mean old bag of wind, so full of himself, dog poo and the cataratic coot that I am.

People just don't care at all.

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