When sleep will not come
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I can’t sleep.
Seriousy, what the double-you-tee-effing-fuck. Sorry, I mean f*ck.
It’s my first early Friday night in donkies. I thought it would lead to a long leisurely walk in Marlay Park or a stroll along Howth with chipper chips and battered sausages (I don’t do fish) but all I can muster up is a night in watching a repeat of Lost, some old school tunes and a renewed verve for all things Radiohead.
Boo-Urns.
*On a random note though*
One of the bosses in work had a baby boy who he called Tom for simplicitity sake. Nuh-huh. I said it was a lovely name but not that simple really. Fortunately, he didn’t really get the Thom Yorke reference at all and chose to move on with his life, happy baby in tow.
Good for him 😀
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Milky tea and hot showers! Works everytime!
Comment by Clare February 15, 2009 @ 11:25 pmsleeping pills… no?
Comment by raptureponies February 16, 2009 @ 5:41 pm