ehhhhh … nah. forget it. whatever.
:: looks around while scratching neck::
fneh
Count me in the hideously happy with a weekend of silliness and sports only a few hours away. The sun is shining away, so I reckon I might even get a little skate in down at the beach with the missus before a night of yeast induced silliness. Ice hockey game on sunday, and going diving on Saturday if I can get it organized.
I don’t know - here we are all aging at a rapid rate of knots and you can’t think of things you want to do?
[sub]now let’s see if I can make it out of this thread alive after such a nauseating display of happiness and enthusiasm[/sub]
I have soooo much I **want **to do however I am stuck at work on a Friday afternoon at 3.57 pm and I need to stay here for at least another hour before I can make a phone call.
Quite frankly I am bored out of my mind and cannot be arsed to do anything productive for the next hour. Actually I have managed to do nothing productive since about 10.00 this morning 
How on earth did I manage to cram work from 5 normally very busy days into 4 days whilst persusing the internet more than normal? Must be the sun yeah it has affected my brain that’s it!
So what’s happening with the August Londope ?
Well, I can’t make it 
You think you’re all bored?
We have our half yearly sales meeting at 5pm this afternoon and it is scheduled to go on for two solid hours.
Yes, on a Friday afternoon.
You will all be able to hear me snoring, but at least you will all be in the pub of yoru choice while I will be listening to the same old same old.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
[nirvana]
I wish I was like you,
Easily amused.
[/nirvana]
The Brits are all bored because we have to put up with Wimbledon. Nuff’ said.
What do you call a person that can speak two languages?
Bilingual
What do you call a person that can speak three or more languages?
Polylingual (I dontknow, just made that up could be right though)
What do you call a person that only speaks one?
An American
Still looking at the wall. Yep, it’s that interesting. Yawn.
I just can’t be bothered anymore in trying to lend people a helping hand and getting a brick wall in my face.
Fuck it. Won’t bother again. Not worth the consideration.
Curry and soup stains, eh Steve? How about curry soup stains? Mmm, laksa soup… I should really go back to the Singaporean restaurant to have it again one of these days. (my friend thinks I’m crazy, but it’s really good stuff)
As for being bored… I’m sort of bored too. But at least I have a bright shiny new book to engage my attention. 
F_X
In this instance, the curry and the soup came separately. And only the curry was my own fault, the soup was spilled on me by somebody else, walking down the street in Oxford. It’s hell on those streets, I tell you. Never mind drive-by shootings, it’s the walk-by, err, soupings, you have to watch out for.