Had a really bad day today. Not for any real reason (probably a bunch of little reasons) I hated the entire world, including Santa and his f-ing eight tiny reindeer. Bastards. Anyway, work has taken a U turn, sort of the intellectual equivalent of shifting from 5th gear straight into reverse, so the excrement has hit the air-conditioning, which I normally love, but my heart just hasn't been in it the last little while. Strange. Maybe it's the sickly onslaught of Valentine's Day. Maybe I just need to get laid. Who knows?
Life, don't talk to me about life.
Life, don't talk to me about life.
clara:
Is it safe to tell you that you look freakishly similar to my pal, Erik? Are you sure you're Canadian?
