Some night time activities to keep me sane…

Here’s what I have so far for tonight, in no particular order:

a) read Kim Jong-Il’s entire life story on Wikipedia.
b) masturbate (not in any way related to a).
c) learn the rest of Gimme Shelter by The Rolling Stones on guitar.
d) eat 15 chocolate mini rolls.
e) endlessly scroll through my tumblr blog dashboard to figure out who keeps posting shit about One Direction.
f) masturbate (again, not in any way connected to a).
g) draw a picture of a chicken; colour it in the wrong colours.
h) write some Doctor Who fan fiction where Matt Smith travels back in his own time stream to play poker with David Tennant.
i) the same, but with strip poker.
j) run out into my small empty village looking for crimes to solve / sit in the park alone.
k) masturbate (not in any way related to either a or i).

Please feel free to make suggestions if you’d like to help me expand this list.

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Morning Perspective

Becky: Up!

Me: *grumble*

Becky: Come on. Out of bed.

Me: I’ve only had about an hour’s sleep!

Becky: I know! That’s plenty for you!

Me: *groan*

Becky: Up!

Me: THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO ANYONE!

Becky: Up!

Me: I FEEL LIKE A JEW IN POLAND IN 1939!

This is genuinely what is going through my head right now…

Me: Hey, 4am. How’s it going?

4am: Oh, not bad. You know how it is.

Me: Yeah… Yeah…. Hey, listen; I honestly don’t know how to say this, so I guess I’ll just have to… say it.

4am: Honey? What is it?

Me: I… It’s just… There’s someone else. I don’t want to see them, but I just can’t help myself.

4am: I – I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?

Me: No, 4am. Don’t say that. Don’t you ever say that. This has nothing to do with you; you’re great. I just… I’m so sorry. I hate this, but I don’t have a choice.

4am: At least tell me who it is…?

5am: Hey, sweet cheeks. You ready? Who’s this clown?

4am: … … Felix? I don’t understa-

5am: Beat it, loser.

Me: I’m sorry, 4am. Maybe… Maybe you should just go.

5am: Heh. That’s right. His ass is mine now.

6am: You just wait, pretty little peach. You just wait.

7am: *cracks knuckles and spits on the floor*

Kept Awake by a Bird

I want to say a quick thank you to this little bastard, who has thus far, kept me awake till half past 6 in the morning. I find it difficult to think of a way to be less productive with my time without trying to teach Peter Andre about possessive plurals…

Why I’m Writing This in the Middle of the Night

I’m sat in bed, wide awake as I usually am at these obscene hours of the night, at such a loss of ideas as to what to do, that I’m now going to write about said loss of ideas as to what to do, in an effort of turning it into an idea of what to do… Or something. Continue reading