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Wednesday, 1 April 2009

it hadn't left me much

my toddlers. they. are. a. handful. lot. i know it's not right to say this but i can't help it! third day of work and i feel like a total wreck. i know. what a schmuck right. i'm all trussed up round the ankles and feel that my toes are forced up. like my whole brain had struggled to swallow these whole situation. either i was very high up or the clouds were unnaturally low.

now it got me thinking would it be better to be a rock star. For a beat, i thought i should really weave and sprint for the box but damn right this takes some getting used to. i hope i wouldn't have to run to the toilet, let loose a sob and cook up a plausible excuse to hold my skull together tomorrow.

oh yeah speaking of rock stars, kaiser chiefs in a matter of days. sad.