It's my birthday tomorrow. I'll be 26. No, I don't yet know how I'll be spending it, but thanks for asking. Hannah did suggest we got out for lunch and then see 'Avatar' but nothing else has been said. She's still being weird about Nathan. The latest suggestion is that she's going to learn to play a musical instrument as a way of improving herself and forgetting him. I think she's about two days away from calling 'Jeremy Kyle' or 'Trisha'. Gotta love her though. Unless you're a Christian called Nathan, it seems.
I'm so tired.
I've adjusted quite well to 'normal life' after stopping nightshifts, but every so often my body goes mad at midnight and thinks I have to be working, so I can't sleep, and then I'm knackered all day.
I think of weird things when I'm tired.
If you were being held hostage, and they would only let you go if you drank your own weight in Trevor McDonald's piss, or allowed Ben Fogle to bugger you twice, which option would you go for?
See what I mean?
Given those options, I think I'd have to take the piss, which is rare for me, as you know.
I bet it wouldn't even be a struggle. I bet his piss tastes like the finest Chablis ever produced anywhere. With a faint scent of aubergine.
Ok, I'm off to bed now...
RC 19-1-10
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