Crazy What You Could've Had
'The curse is come upon me' cried....
"Stone the crows" indeed. I don't know where I am at the
moment. I seem to be in the same place as I have been all
day, it seems a little colder, a little less welcoming,
whereas my bed seems the opposite. Sleeping might well do
me good, but I need to stay upright otherwise I'll awaken
too early tomorrow with stomach cramp having gone to sleep
so recently after such a large meal.
It doesn't help that I can only breathe through my mouth
(No. Its not a sign of sexuality....despite what you might
think) due to mucus one side and blood the other, and my
eyes are falling shut independently of me. I'd complain
more, but they're all just minor irritations, and nobody
can do anything about any, and thus neither can they
augment the whole.
Tough, I say to myself.
What do I do? Well, I fry as many vegetables as I can,
courgettes, mushrooms, onions, even peppers, and finally
the title character. I must leave you now...my audience is
larger than I'd anticipated, and for the crowds, nil satis
WILT? John Denver - Leaving On A Jetplane. (I saw
Armageddon last week, and I wept toward the end. I knew
what was coming and everything. I felt such a fool. I
really don't know why, OK, the first time I saw it I had a
tear in my eye, but for the second to herald open