Wednesday, September 27, 2006

"It's not ah tumah"

I feel like someone has burrowed my brain whilst I was sleeping and replaced it with a large, slightly used cotton ball. That and it feels like my throat was host to the East Malaysian pygmy-weasel Olympics.

So yeah, no funny words until I find out where my think-meats went and get rid of all these esophagal varmits.



Blogger rainstreak said...

I will simply have to revisit your place of business for an expedient zero based fix. In the meantime, Neil Gaiman keeps me up late at night.

11:50 AM, September 27, 2006  

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