Without the pea. For those who aren’t grasping my brilliantly obscure and totally defunct literary allusion, I have a million blankets on top of me. If I were reversed and a pea was somehow involved, the comparison might not be total rubbish.
Yes, feverish delirium has set in. This will probably be another one of those posts I apologize for in the morning.
But in the meantime; I’m awake, overtired, struggling to breathe and really wishing I could just dissolve into time and space. Or I could trawl the interwebz on my ridiculously expensive mobile broadband, laughing at parents and researching Pelle Yngve Ohlin (‘Dead’ from Mayhem) like some morbid marauder. Yup, I chose the latter two.
UPDATE: I found some cold and flu tablets. Maybe I’ll get some sleep after all. So now… in dot point form!
- This article makes me angry. Cohesive examination of the quarter life crisis from me (someone who is actually there) coming soon, but really: it has so little to do with money in the scheme of things – it’s a quarter LIFE crisis, not a financial quarter crisis. Jerks. Do they not know anything?
- Why are these tools still scuttling around the house at midnight? Why are there even people here at this time? WHY IS THIS STUART’S NIGHTCLUB?
- Lady Gaga on Friday. I have nothing to wear. I may as well jump off the Westgate.
- But nutella exists. May as well live a second-rate existence solely for the purpose of consuming hazelnut spread.
Drowsy, finally! So, in light of recent blogging tragedies – I hereby solemnly swear to get some sleep, not let this turn into pneumonia, restore brain function and actually have something interesting to report!
xx Bunny, from Deathville