Monday, February 13, 2006

Sobriety, take #366

Bloody Scotsmen!

Come to my town, lose to my rugby team, buy me beer...

How's a fella supposed to stay in the kind of miserable funk that (apparently) begets creative inspiration?

I am so dehydrated that Sony are considering putting little sachets of me in the boxes with their gadgets. I could swear that when I got in the bath tonight, the water level actually went down.

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