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and you thought the last entry was lazy
08/10/02 @ 11:51 p.m.
The walls in log cabins are surprisingly thin, so when people wake up at half seven and start talking, everyone else wakes up even if their body wants them to sleep ‘til eleven. I only mention this because it’s why I feel so bloody awful and why you’re not getting a proper update. In other news, wasn’t David Brent’s poem piss-your-pants-funny? Hopefully more than one person will know what I’m talking about. I’m off to hibernate. Back soon.
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