If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn’t be, and what it wouldn’t be, it would.

Many things to be done today. Review of A Midummer Night’s Dream. The reading of blogs. the leaving the comments on the blogs. the reading of emails. the replying to emails. the inane surfing. and the work. But I can’t be arsed.

The head is disconnected from the world for some reason today. Stuff is happening, I’m pretty sure of it, but I’m just meh meh meh. Distance. Or something. Fog. that’s it. There is a fog between me and the rest of the stuff that may or may not be occurring in the world. And jimmy cracks corn, but I don’t care.

Even an extra coffee this morning has done nothing to wake me up.

Maybe it’ll kick in later and I’ll go totally psycho. So if you return to find a whole host of posts written as though by someone on crack you’ll know why.

And in conclusion, a bunch of “naughty” words designed to increase the rating of my blog:
fuck. shit. Gobshite. fuck. death. blood. general naughtiness. crazy whacked out shit man. Drugs. I’m guessing the rating thingy won’t accept etc, but I just can’t be arsed to type any more. So I’m going to hit publish and then see what my rating is …

EDITED TO ADD Ha ha, my fiendish plan has succeeded. See, I is now R-rated. Mainly because I said death, hurt and slut at some point? Which seems odd. I wonder would they take slattern into consideration?

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^{title from Alice in Wonderland. I deserve a world of my own. I really do.}