THE Asylum

OK. It seems that only Buds and I are writing in here right now.

How about some of you other horrible specimens putting fingers to keyboard and typing in here too? If you can sit in the channel and type drivel and cast aspersions on your fellow IRC’ers why not come in here and slag them off instead?

You could start World War Three by making up lies about others, and posting it in here!

I nearly did last week! It’s all good fun though, and if anyone gets all touchy about it, tell them to go and take a flying fuck through a rolling dough nut, and get a life and stop whining.

I’m enjoying a nice cold glass of Sam Adams Boston Lager right now, and then I’m going to toddle off to my snooze pit, and get some shut-eye.

Tomorrow is Monday morning. No, today is Monday morning, and so I need to be bright and bushy tailed and all that codswallop by around nine am, which is not too sad, but it is 3.20 am here at this time of writing so I had better bugger off and get horizontal on the mattress and do the old z thing

It is indeed a late night here at Eyebee Towers. It’s almost 3am, and I’m actually yawning now, but I need to finish some CD burning, which is going on while I write this drivel for you larks to read first thing in the morning.

Now, in the time that land forgot, I shall clean my teeth (contrary to rumor, I still have all my own teeth), and then I shall wend my way to the snore pit, where I shall sleep soundly until later.

Why do we sleep soundly anyway? I mean unless we snore, we don’t make any more sound than during the day, and for some folks, considerably less.

Anyway, a very good night to you all, and may tomorrow, or indeed later today, find you all alive and as well as can be expected in the lunatic world of the Asylum. Well I would but I haven’t got one.