Thursday, June 08, 2006

They deep fried the King...

I've not really been up to much over the past few days. Looking after Matt, who has the plague, working, pottering.

I don't know whether it's a downwards slump after the excitement of the visit, but the whole thing just feels like a dream now, and that in fact I spent those days at my desk, plugging away, doing the same old, same old, as I will do until I die. Nothing ever significantly changes (for the better, anyway).

Well, that was a vacuum of cheerfulness, don't you think? A tad of a pit of black despondancy? A hint of the old saturninity? (Someone prise me out of the thesaurus, please.)

Ach, I don't know.

I'm not suicidal or anything (what's the point?), just depressed.

Have some links, and just let me cry quietly here in the corner for a bit, 'k?

Illusions.

Narratives of the weird. Ye-e-e-e-es.

Box o' one thousand sporks.

Proverbs from Benjamin Franklin's Poor Richard's Almanac

4 Comments:

At 1:56 pm, Blogger oppiejoe said...

Yessss!

*get's credit card out*

1000 sporks please :)

(you can use 'em all on me Boo - now snap out of that funk!)

 
At 2:01 pm, Blogger ScarletManuka said...

Looks like someone needs a hug!

*big hugs*

It may not help that much, but I can try!

 
At 2:24 pm, Blogger Iridium said...

Ha! Im in at last. *big hugs* Boo.

 
At 3:20 pm, Blogger LaMa said...

* cuddle *

 

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