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My thoughts are like molasses and I watch them from a distance. I wonder if this is what it is like to be stupid. I listened to a song, and after three minutes realised it was placebo. Two songs later I wonder if they're the band that's coming to perth and charging $100. *aaaaagh** I'm so unable to cope with reality that I'm playing my random clicking game. This means I can't even deal with Diablo (another random clicking game!! But with moving bits!) If any one else knows why the solitaire game "Montana" exists, please let me know. I just randomly click and things move, and I while away the hours until bed time. I hate it when I can't sleep through a sickness. :-(
Cheshire has run off. I am all alone, with just my echoing hollow head. Ah, here he is. He hadn't gone far. I knew that. I think.
Cheshire has run off. I am all alone, with just my echoing hollow head. Ah, here he is. He hadn't gone far. I knew that. I think.
