March 29th, 2005

LART

The fuck have I done?

It's the morning. I know this because I went to bed, it was dark, and I woke up. I only missed one bit out, there: the fucking sleep. If I did get any it was less than an hour at a time.

I don't know why this is. It could well be worrying about Grokster, which starts today[0]. It could be bastards trying to cram my head full of ideas when they know full well I need to sleep before getting to my damn job. It could be just not slacking off, having shit to do up to the very end of the night. It could be having been awake for a mere eleven hours.

This is going to hurt tonight. A lot. Fuck the pub, tonight I will be asleep. I will be so if I have to jam drugs down my throat until I am fucking unconscious. I've been here before, and I know how bad it can get.

But now, I'm scarily awake. Someone help.

[0]: I shouldn't worry about a legal case, you say? Get to fuck. This is the SCOTUS giving the CCAA a chance to fuck over the whole world because they have expensive lawyers.