I've had a very boozy weekend. It's been a journey...traversing the peaks of drunkenness and hangoverdry...and I think I'm still out there...a'wandering...it's lunchtime on Monday and I'm still up to my eyes in blur and fuzzle...my skin's a mess from too many late nights and an extremely poor diet of late (I say poor, but I could swap that for liquid), my poomaker's forgotten how to produce solids and everytime I take a stroll to another office I find the walls in the corridoor seemingly determined to leap out at me, as if they're all trying to GET ME!!!
Somehow I managed to ride to work this morning - on a very empty stomach, and a pair of rather overly flat tires too. That added to the misery of my pounding head; the way I might as well have been cycling through the mature stages of a great river, a river of soup, or rice pudding, or Tennants Super, or mushroom stroganoff, or gloopey guey (man) sauce you get on your salad in dodgy overpriced Italian restaurants along James Street W1...
I can no longer put words together to make, um, sentences, yeah, sentences...screen...wash...my...apricot...bungee...
Badgers - will someone please make me a nice cup of tea?? Anyone? Hellooooo??
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