Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Job

Strange and vivid dreams that I am reluctant to leave, just as I have to. 
What two weeks of sleeping in past ten or twelve will do for a person.

Extreme flooding after a period of drought - it makes ya think, don't it?
Makes ya think somebody is taking the piss.

MAKE IT STOP RAINING SO MY MOTHER CAN GO HOME!!!
ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME INSANE?
That's it, isn't it?
It's a conspiracy to send me barmey.
*shakes fist at sky*

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