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.
