Sunday night melted easily into Monday morning without any sleep.
Like a knife plunged into warm butter.
Must try to cut down on the weed.

Spent the whole morning watching Create And craft TV,
Eyes staring wildly,
Mouth open,
Accepting the subliminal messages about teabag folding.
Willingly.

Had a couple more hits on a bong.
Fell asleep on the sofa till from 14:30 to 19:00,
Waves of home improvement shows and Miss Tiggywinkles Animal Hospital passed me by in an anodyne world of dreams.

Went to the shop.
Bought some lager.
Got drunk.
Smoked some weed.

Had a couple of phone calls from someone who keeps hanging up everytime i say "hello".

Had a hit on a bong.

Tossed myself off to a picture of Mariusz Pudzianowski.

Had another hit on a bong.

Cooked my dinner,
Fried corned beef and rice.
Delicious!
Nectar!

Went to bed,
Dreaming of Mariusz,
Wondering what Tuesday will bring.

(LOL!)

I lol'd...So are you going to share the subliminal messages about teabag folding or you going to keep it to yourself...?...

LOL!