I throw my excuses at you feeble people.
Yes, today is one of those days. When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie - thats LSD. Too little wine too much sleep, that is.
Why can't I write English like the old days? I'm to be grateful for the opportunity provided me to be able to comprehend this. And the wherewithall to be able to write such rubbish. Laugh, laugh, and rage, rage against the dying of the light.
The object of life is not to simplify it.
Boom diggy diggy diggy boom diggy bang
I'm feeling embarassed for myself, and my missus, after my display on Friday night. Dancing like a Mong to Lady feckin GaGa. Then doin a Forrest Gimp on it..... I suppose I should be thankful that I couldn't repeat the performance on Saturday night, as I was so wrecked. But, I missed out on a good party, by all accounts. So, that's me off the 'getting bowlaxed' trip now. No more drinking to excess. I wouldn't mind, only I had words with myself at the start of the night saying that I was going to be cool. HA! I cant remember getting home from the Old Boro, and destroying me mother-in-law's brown bread loaf.
so, that's me off the pissfests from now on.
Off to the Shelbourne hotel for a Microsoft conference on the Knowledge Worker. Nice.... I love my job!
Then, dinner, and loadsa pints tonight!!!!