I seem to be the only person here.
I'm eating chocolate cake for breakfast.
Yumyumyum.

My baby is back in bed.
My wife is in bed.

I can't go back to bed.
Because I know I won't get back to sleep.

So I am here.
Alone.
Bored.

Wishing something exciting would happen.




But it won't.





I can't wait until my Prozac starts to kick in again.
( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Sun 3 Jul 2005, 8:30, archived)

I'm eating kettle chips...
and really should have put the washing in...
(P-nut Obsessive Compulsive Green Day Disorder..., Sun 3 Jul 2005, 8:35, archived)

Yum yum.
I keep considering doing the washing up.
( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Sun 3 Jul 2005, 8:41, archived)

Bang!

( The Coast Of Yemen, Sun 3 Jul 2005, 8:36, archived)

Argh!
The excitement has caused my brain to overload and melt.
( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Sun 3 Jul 2005, 8:43, archived)