Monday, February 27, 2006

Walk Softly...

And Carry A Big Fucking Stick. After the day I've had, i'm treading cautiously around my subconscious, before it wakes up and takes my aluminium baseball bat to that 68cm TV on the Kerb outside the house. man, there's nothing like laying waste to a grey TV screen for working out some of the tension of a messed up day. I'm glad there was a beer here, cold and waiting for me. I didn't get to sleep till 4am this morning, and then I spent the whole day reading steven king's Cell and scared that everyone would turn into zombies, and doing little else because of the messed up timetable skills of Honours, the Soviet style inefficiencies of Club Mac, and enduring the un-airconditioned buses that will be my tomb for 6+ hours a week every week.

god i want to tear that TV a new one. posted by Keegan at 9:28 pm

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