Absolutely sodding knackered.
Someone have a nap for me.
Hah. Think I may have jumped the gun on the whole sitting up at my desk thing here. Wondered why I was getting in an increasingly bad mood and just sussed every time I move forward a little bit, my bruised ribs don't half chafe like a chafey thing from chafetown. That + my head pain is a delicious mix, I tells thee.
Don't make a mountain out of a molehill. Don't give the moles any ideas. Do not inspire the moles to evolve the need for mountain-sized molehills by becoming mountain-sized moles. They must aspire only to the dirt, and in dirt they must remain.
Me: in the beginning was the word, and-
Audience: was the word 'awoo'?
Me: *rifles through several pages of expository discourse* ...yes, it was awoo
It is never safe to turn your computer off.