Wednesday, August 27, 2008

The More You Say, The Less They Remember

Boo!
I live and breathe. Isn't that an odd saying? How would one live without breathing or vice versa? Alas, I digress.
'Ello all, 'ow the 'ell are ya? I'm doing alright. Been a bit of a mental hermit, but that happens to the ol' River Man too damn often to consider special. I've been writing. I've been drinking. I've been working. I've been aimlessly staring at the wall whilst sitting in my boxers and fighting the male urge to grab the old gents due to the healing stab wound in my left palm. Porcelain should only be broken by hand when you are a lawless teenager. I'm too old for that nonsense, I've learned. Meanwhile, when it comes to social interaction, my box has been empty. And in that, I've withdrawn into the aforementioned mental hermit stage. I'll be out soon, but in the mean time I don't feel like engaging in too much verbal meandering. On top of it all, I just awoke from a nap. I call it a nap, because if I say it is my damned in ability to get a straight nights sleep, I'll just get pissed off again. Instead, I say I've adopted the fun habit of a filling my nights with a series of naps. Isn't that superb?
Oh. Go watch the following movies:
The Man From Earth (a couple cheesy moments + cheesy ending but an overall damn good flick)
The Air I Breath (damn good flick)
Gabriel (need I say it again?).

These have not been suggestions.

Go, watch.
No, wait. Read this first.



Reign


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