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smokingbootToo much. Head now officially full. Infernally busy all of a sudden. It's all good, but am exhausted, and have barely started. Good things do not come in small packages, they turn up in avalanches. Not complaining, just tired. Been on real caffeine for the first time in 3/4 weeks. Feel very odd.
(By-note to self about something I should have known all along, hell, did know and ignored. Sometimes I am a very obtuse boot)
BTW, my dear duke, if you are out there, I look forward to your visit tomorrow night but be warned; I may not be at my most scintillating, due to the fact my brain has blown a sprocket. Unless nature is very sweet to me tonight, you will have to prize me off the top of the filing cabinet where I will be talking to the people who live in the cracks on the ceiling.
Night night strange pretty world.
[Ammended to add] Reckon it's about half an hour later, and my stomach feels like it's been strip-mined. My hands and feet are generally quite cool due to dodgy circulation, in fact, my dearlarians has seen me wash my hands in hot water, wipe them, and still have cold fingertips. This is nothing compared to how I am tonight. Two duvets and a fur coverlet, the cats book-ending me and I am still freezing like the little match girl; there isn't a single spark of warmth to help my poor wee bod, and larians is down south tonight. Right now, all I am is a nicely shaped mini-glacier. And I can't find my hottiebottie.
You who have excess heat, send it to me throughout the night, lest I perish of cold and caffeine.
(By-note to self about something I should have known all along, hell, did know and ignored. Sometimes I am a very obtuse boot)
BTW, my dear duke, if you are out there, I look forward to your visit tomorrow night but be warned; I may not be at my most scintillating, due to the fact my brain has blown a sprocket. Unless nature is very sweet to me tonight, you will have to prize me off the top of the filing cabinet where I will be talking to the people who live in the cracks on the ceiling.
Night night strange pretty world.
[Ammended to add] Reckon it's about half an hour later, and my stomach feels like it's been strip-mined. My hands and feet are generally quite cool due to dodgy circulation, in fact, my dear
larians has seen me wash my hands in hot water, wipe them, and still have cold fingertips. This is nothing compared to how I am tonight. Two duvets and a fur coverlet, the cats book-ending me and I am still freezing like the little match girl; there isn't a single spark of warmth to help my poor wee bod, and larians is down south tonight. Right now, all I am is a nicely shaped mini-glacier. And I can't find my hottiebottie.You who have excess heat, send it to me throughout the night, lest I perish of cold and caffeine.
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Date: 2006-01-23 12:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 12:32 am (UTC)God, I have got to stop thinking about how cold it is!
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Date: 2006-01-23 01:46 am (UTC)Sucked in through my body's icy pores!
Date: 2006-01-23 07:34 am (UTC)