the post of sleep dep

[nny]

You have NO IDEA how much work goes into milliways_bar. Unless you are copinggoggles, indy_go, or muffinbutt who are my b00s and I love them like I love houmous.

bloody frickin' hell my back hurts ow ow ow.


I don't deserve to be passing uni. I'm terrible person. Oooooooh terrible.


Man, I wish I could make money from this. I'm so poor. Hee!

Mice have shut up, tonight. It's like... they had a massive mouse war that raged for two days and now they're dealing with the dead and wounded, recalling the troops, preparing for the last battle. And there's a little mouse riding a rat and making heroic speeches. it's probably terribly moving, in my walls. Which is like in my pants but less intrinsically funny.

Cack it. I have to put sheets on my bed. CAN'T BE ARSED I WANT TO SLEEP AND I FORGOT TO CHANGE SHEETS because mod brain took over.

I have piles of books EVERYWHERE

so many books

soooooo many books

books

oooooh books

I wonder if my head would fit in my bra? There's an experiment for another day.

i miss my carrielady and my mightytom

I also miss fresh air and sleep and my mum and my dad and my G and hugs and kissing people and going out and having spare cash and not having to take life a day at a time.

My arse is numb.

And I miss writing.

Why is Stephen Maturin on Jack Sparrow's maroon-y style island in my head? I don't know either, but it's kinda pretty. my nose is cold

um i think i bed now because the sense she is gone away

byebyebye

Comments

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

La! My computer wigged whilst you were trying to say good-night, so. I say good-night here.

GOOD-NIGHT.

You rock so hard.

*mwah*

[celtic_maenad]

*hugs* This is a great post! It's a prime example of the brain dribbling out one's ears 'cause they is *tired*. I get this way. But now I have a thing I can point to & say "this! this is how I get!" without them actually having to sit thru the misery that is me with my brain dribbling out my ears 'cause I is tired.

mrr. ya. sleep for me too.

[gabes-meister.livejournal.com]

Come home now.

Then I can give you a big hug.

And I can buy you some sweets. And we can watch Harry potter 3, 7 times over while eating easter eggs. And I will make you pasta :D.
And your room is very nice because mum spent all day cleaning.

It smells like a toilet.

*A clean one*

:P

[thistlefinch.livejournal.com]

My head fits in my bra. I can wear one cup like a bonnet.

[vivien]

I know you guys work very, very hard over our "grown like Topsy" game. You are appreciated. Anything I can ever do to help you guys out, just say. Er, once I finish the contact list, that is ;)

[chains-of-irony.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I think you're on my flist just for the crack.

"And there's a little mouse riding a rat and making heroic speeches."