A little grumpy. Yesterday I accidently pored alot of juice all over my keyboard, mouse and the floor. It's funny how that one glass looked like ten when it was all over my floor. It killed my keyboard
I nearly did that with the kettle this morning, fortunately, I'm such a lousy shot I even missed the keyboard!
What you call love was invented by guys like me, to sell nylons. You're born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts. But I never forget. I'm living like there's no tomorrow, because there isn't one.
Blegh, stuffy and sick. They are doing construction all around myoffice so I have like 20 year old dust from the ceiling tiles being removed floating around.