My tummy feels strange. I think I have Octopeepees swimming around inside. Trippy (who listens to lots of Wilco and Rufus Wainwright) reckons that beer is feeding them so I should stop for a little bit so that they will die and come out with my poo bits. I will try to click pause for booze til next Friday but then Omar (who listens to lots of Al Green) is coming for the weekend. Oh woe, such trivial problems of a miserable student who just made poo toilet signage for an intellectual law firm. Hm, I should've colored the background of my Octopeepee beer yellow.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Still tired.
My tummy feels strange. I think I have Octopeepees swimming around inside. Trippy (who listens to lots of Wilco and Rufus Wainwright) reckons that beer is feeding them so I should stop for a little bit so that they will die and come out with my poo bits. I will try to click pause for booze til next Friday but then Omar (who listens to lots of Al Green) is coming for the weekend. Oh woe, such trivial problems of a miserable student who just made poo toilet signage for an intellectual law firm. Hm, I should've colored the background of my Octopeepee beer yellow.
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