Posted by Rancor on 09/01/2006 at 00:43
Filed Under: Real Life
Or whatever, like, you know.
Fact remains: Sunday the 8th of January 2006 officially ended about 43 minutes ago as of the minute of me typing this word, but it was quite painlessly followed by a Monday, peculiarly enough Monday the 9th of the previously-mentioned month of the very same January. And before you spam me with emails: yes, we are still in the year (of our Lord or Lords) 2006.
I really should be headed for my famous bed, but I feel a sudden urge to relieve myself in more ways than I would like you to know about... but by me simply mentioning it, you probably already have a pretty good idea of what I mean.
Never the cool-as-a-cucumber less, I will in a short while be laying under my covers, shivering with cold and the usual hemorrhagic fever. Wish me all the best, as I probably will be doing the same (for myself, not you... jeez).
In the immortal word of the equally immortal Homer Simpson: D'oh!
Dalif Says
Monday, January 9. 2006 at 01:08 (Link) (Reply)
Rancor Replied
Monday, January 9. 2006 at 01:12 (Reply)