Thursday, August 19, 2004
Nobody knows, tiddly pom, how cold my toes, tiddly pom, how cold my toes, tiddly pom, are growing.
and there, in the immortal words of Winnie the Pooh, we have the true situation. I'm freezing. Stupid flat.
Stupid worst storm in 40 years, which has now completely left.
Stupid essay, which forces me to be out of bed. And is in fact finished, but quite possibly the worst essay I've ever written. [and i know that I say that every time, but this time it is true. It is awful. it is one giant example, and just generally badly written.]
I watched Buffy last night. Nothing much happened, but Spike is seriously hot. Haaah.
And now I must continue on my way. Math113 assignment, here I come....
and there, in the immortal words of Winnie the Pooh, we have the true situation. I'm freezing. Stupid flat.
Stupid worst storm in 40 years, which has now completely left.
Stupid essay, which forces me to be out of bed. And is in fact finished, but quite possibly the worst essay I've ever written. [and i know that I say that every time, but this time it is true. It is awful. it is one giant example, and just generally badly written.]
I watched Buffy last night. Nothing much happened, but Spike is seriously hot. Haaah.
And now I must continue on my way. Math113 assignment, here I come....
