I have to re-sit an exam from uni in 3 days, I have to make a desperate attempt to clean up the house tomorrow before my parents return and then I have to go get some more frozen rats for houdini.
I do not have the time to keep up with the posts here, even this one is backdated by an hour. Even though I would dearly love to give something or someone a sound thrashing it simply is not going to happen for the next half of the week. On the other hand I do have some pictures from my pig-farm work experience, and they shall be uploaded...probably not for quite a while yet. Since I'm not sure where the necessary cable is to be found...
Ah well...I'll think of a subject in a little bit.
Ya know...yesterday I made a phone call, and told the one who answered that I was going insane. This was not entirely true. It was more a bizarre upcropping of sanity disrupting the intricate patterns that normally make up my everyday thoughts. I basically had a "normal" experience (as opposed to a "paranormal" one)...and frankly it was the most horrifying moment of my life.
THIS is how you people live your lives? So sure of what you want? So wreathed in wants and hates? So...so...urgh it's too horrible to talk about.
Made the mistake of telling Shadow about it, he promptly started gloating.
But fear not, all those horribly warm feelings have already been disposed off, crushed, compacted into tiny cubes, frozen, defrosted, minced, processed, compacted into even smaller cubes and then fired into the sun. I'm still not...quite myself, but nor am I someone else if that makes any kind of sense at all.
I know that the past few posts from me have been sub-par at best, and I know that I havn't been updating to anything like a regular schedule...basically this is an apology to anyone who deserves one and a hate-filled bile scream at anyone who hasn't updated for a while to stop munching at that bag of crisps and/or cookies and do a damn entry.
And yes, that's it. Again.
The next one from me will be a long one.
I make the important kind of promise that it will be so. (And you can't break that sort of promise, it isn't allowed).
Mataspore