Wednesday, February 08, 2006
I need someone to fetch my ice-packs, he'll do.
I'm trying to write a brilliant post on 101 uses for a dead whale but I keep getting visions of me beached in a queen size bed.
Now I know why men put the seat up. It is hard to pee, standing up, with the seat down.
Paracetamol gives you a mouth taste like the bottom of a cat litter box.
The only good thing about pain is that is gives you an excuse for looking your age. I swear I looked all of 35 this morning.