Get ME home, please?
I’m in a mood to take photos, start on a new book (I finished the PJ biography in under a week), NEXT = WORLD WAR Z – yay for zombies. Also in a cooking mood – noodles actually – LAKSA.
Needing to stop before home.
Reminder to Self … DON’T FORGET THE TRIPOD!
And moving right along this morning.
So I went to bed at half 9, read for an hour, eh ehm for an hour, still no sleep, smoke break, a little more eh ehm… another cigarette, and more fucking wank, still no sleep, last I looked at the clock it was round 2am.
MUTHAFUCKA!!!
Now why am I tired this morning? Why is my back sore? Why is my left wrist all fucked up with pain? Why is my lower abdomen all cramped?
CAUSE I WANKED LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW!!!
Where did that come from?
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