Up late

Yes, I am. I'm up very late. It's a Sunday, and I shouldn't be, but I appear to have a slight dread of going to bed this evening. Clearly I'm at the start of my nervous breakdown, so afraid of tomorrow that I can't go to sleep, in the crazy logic that if I stay awake, it's still today. Half-arsed logic, but logic nonetheless.

Anyhow, this weekend has been a little bit stressful, even though it shouldn't. Visiting P was very nice, and though he vomits for me to say so, so constantly, I do miss him when he's not around [even when being the ultimate nismus-one (:-P ]. A failing on my part, something that I swore I'd never do was get so hung up in such a way! Ah well, time makes fools of us all.

But the weekend. Bit warm for all concerned, especially since walking to the end of Brighton pier there were numerous horrors of exposed flesh. Oh the cancer, the cancer! So many sunburned bodies, so many healthy cells becoming melanomas! Oh the shockingly awful sight of the fat man in the speedoes! I'm not one to restrict anybody's freedom of movement or expression (unless it's really rampantly idiotic/wrong/slightly annoying), but there is a certain degree of compassion to be had for the eyes of the populous. Bit hot down the end of the pier owing to lack of sea breezes, and the large lunch made me fell particularly porky. I'll be changing my internet moniker to Pork-ster or Snufflepig or something anyday soon.

I'm actually getting into the swing of some random typing now, coffee anyone? Actually, no, that really would keep me awake all night, and I actually dont want to stay up late. What, you thought I was serious with the nervous breakdown stuff back up there? You clearly dont know me all that well, bloggardes, my bipolar disorder has a period of about thirty seconds, and I'm on an upswing at the moment! Oh wait....here we go.....

Actually, reminds me that I need to look up the details of getting to some form of theme park in the near future. I'm feeling the need to go and ride something with a big drop and some loops on it. Coaster riding is fun, and since P's apparently never been on one, we have to remedy this situation. Anyone else want to come?

Week coming feels slightly ominous, but I think it's just my general existenstial dread. This will be cured by sleeping, because then my ego takes over and I start having dodgy yet thoroughly enjoyable dreams about shagging people at work. Or not; it was actually quite disturbing, that one. My id needs to be reined in somewhat, but dreamstates are not exactly things to be reliably volitional, yes? You all know what I'm talking about. At least, I hope you do.

Right, that'll be enough to keep you going on Monday morning! And enough randomness from me. Really, I shouldnt write so much like this with free-flowing thought, it could be quite embarrassing should the information get into the wrong hands...but I do so like touch-typing at speed!

Laters, b's...