Who's to blame for the strain on my vocal chords? Who can write a hateful threat but can't hold a sword? Slow down Ghandi your killin' em...
Having a cold, wet, Christmas. Got to sleep in this morning, only to be awoken by mortars being walked in (best alarm clock ever). They were so close they made my heart shake. Oddly enough I'm more pissed about the rain than anything. Rain means mud, mud means I have to mop...fuck mopping, right in the ear. I haven't been able to call my missus yet, probably won't till tomorrow. You go to war with the phones you have I guess. Today is grumpiness, punctuated by odd moments of comedy. I hope all is well for everyone and anyone (except the usual conservative radio/TV hosts, and the odd family member). Be safe, be smart. Celebrate accordingly...
Having a cold, wet, Christmas. Got to sleep in this morning, only to be awoken by mortars being walked in (best alarm clock ever). They were so close they made my heart shake. Oddly enough I'm more pissed about the rain than anything. Rain means mud, mud means I have to mop...fuck mopping, right in the ear. I haven't been able to call my missus yet, probably won't till tomorrow. You go to war with the phones you have I guess. Today is grumpiness, punctuated by odd moments of comedy. I hope all is well for everyone and anyone (except the usual conservative radio/TV hosts, and the odd family member). Be safe, be smart. Celebrate accordingly...
...i guess i'll return the mop i got you for fishmas
!GET SOME SLEEP!