Migraine

Can the pixie that is currently sticking shards of glass and white-hot needles into the left hemisphere of my brain please cease and desist at once. Likewise, I would like the imp on a motorcycle to stop doing wheelies in my stomach. It is making me nauseous.


 


If not, I shall be forced to go home and lie in a darkened room with a damp cloth on my forehead, moaning.
1.10.04 11:41


I give up

Well, seeing as the sprites in my head and stomach seem hell-bent on making me feel as crappy as possible, I am off home for an appointment with my bed and some industrial-strength painkillers.


Have a good weekend, y'all.
1.10.04 12:38


Lucky boy


Someone's getting a massage tonight...
4.10.04 17:39


Today's Big Question

Was my fly undone when I left the house, or did it work its way open when I sprinted for the bus?
5.10.04 11:08


This blog is temporarily suspended while YAAGers locates her inspiration.


 


In the meantime, here is a picture of the Malcolm McDowell drinking a nutritious, delicious glass of cow juice.



"Drink milk - otherwise you'll only be good enough to play for Accrington Stanley."


"Accrington Stanley? Who are they?"


"Exactly. Now let's go and do a bit of the old ultra-violence on some screaming devotchka."
11.10.04 13:22


Infestation

At 9:27am, YAAGers walks into work. Passes a man with a hawk on his wrist. YAAGers does a double take.


YAAGers: Erm... excuse me, but why have you got a hawk on your wrist?


Man With Hawk: Oh, well done. Most people tend to think it's a buzzard.


YAAGers: I know my birds of prey.


M.W.H.: You sure do.


YAAGers: Soooo... why the hawk?


M.W.H.: To keep down the pigeon population.


And with that, Man With Hawk goes inside one of the offices.


 


Inside?!


 


I am now plagued by visions of harrassed office workers having to deal with pigeons roosting in their guano-spattered out-trays.
12.10.04 13:32


Long John YAAGers

I appear to be crippled. Some evil torturer has removed my nice comfy legs and replaced them with the much-feared Stiff Limbs Of Purest Pain. It's the only explanation.


Or maybe, just maybe, my inability to walk is down to the 5km run I did last night....


 


 


Nah. Definitely the work of an evil torturer.
12.10.04 17:25


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