My stomach hates me.....
....and I'm not particularlly good friends with it either. I got three hours sleep this morning before waking up with the feeling that my stomach had booked a holiday to Spain for two weeks and was packing for the trip. Hopefully I can make sure it misses it's taxi before it gets any bright ideas.
That being said, out of all of the times I've felt like I was going to be sick, I think I've only ever held it back once or twice, one of which involved standing over a toilet bowl and concentrating on not thinking....which takes a hell of a lot more brain power than you'd expect.
My hope is that this whole blogging in the underwear (mark 2) pays off and I can get back to sleep. Sure there's no chance in hell, but it's worth a shot.
Got a few texts from my Dad when I went out last night while the folks were abroad. He's got a similar style of text humour as mine and my brothers. Occasionally my bro and I will get into little one upsmanship text battles and my Dad's was a good effort. Sure my Dad's wasn't as malicious or personal as the little bro's, but they made me laugh. Put it this way, it created a great mental image of me and some random assistant walking in drunken circles as we both had one rubber leg. We would then attempt to grab the other person in an effort to better negotiate life and travel in a straight line....assuming we both had opposing rubber legs....okay so I guess you had to be there.
Yesterday marked the fourth week since we moved in (I don't know if it feels longer or shorter). It was only fitting that I get trollied.
Oh, and thanks to Joe for covering our signature sign in what can only be described as shit, pardon my french eeehaw eehaw eehaw (a phrase which I have yet to see any french person ever use).
We forgot to by a wirless router yesterday, damn our leathery hides!!!
Also, I pissed off the neighbours last night. Not a great move yeah but I had a little to drink and had no idea that we were possibly shouting right outside their bedroom window and 5am. Whoops.
Last night was interesting, veeeeery interesting.
That being said, out of all of the times I've felt like I was going to be sick, I think I've only ever held it back once or twice, one of which involved standing over a toilet bowl and concentrating on not thinking....which takes a hell of a lot more brain power than you'd expect.
My hope is that this whole blogging in the underwear (mark 2) pays off and I can get back to sleep. Sure there's no chance in hell, but it's worth a shot.
Got a few texts from my Dad when I went out last night while the folks were abroad. He's got a similar style of text humour as mine and my brothers. Occasionally my bro and I will get into little one upsmanship text battles and my Dad's was a good effort. Sure my Dad's wasn't as malicious or personal as the little bro's, but they made me laugh. Put it this way, it created a great mental image of me and some random assistant walking in drunken circles as we both had one rubber leg. We would then attempt to grab the other person in an effort to better negotiate life and travel in a straight line....assuming we both had opposing rubber legs....okay so I guess you had to be there.
Yesterday marked the fourth week since we moved in (I don't know if it feels longer or shorter). It was only fitting that I get trollied.
Oh, and thanks to Joe for covering our signature sign in what can only be described as shit, pardon my french eeehaw eehaw eehaw (a phrase which I have yet to see any french person ever use).
We forgot to by a wirless router yesterday, damn our leathery hides!!!
Also, I pissed off the neighbours last night. Not a great move yeah but I had a little to drink and had no idea that we were possibly shouting right outside their bedroom window and 5am. Whoops.
Last night was interesting, veeeeery interesting.
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