Actually, I don't snore. But it I did, I'd soon be at it, because I'm bloody knackered. Don't know what's up with me. Had a good sunny day today. Went to a seminar, then pissed about by the river with Friend with Gerbils and Kitzboy. Very cosy indeed. We then went searching for sunglasses for me and sneakers for Kitzboy. He's fussy, that's all I can say. Possibly just as fussy as I am about my sunglasses. I've got a crazy pair of faux Guccis that I got in Thessaloniki a couple of years ago that I might consider using, although probably not, huh?
Well, whatever. Today is my Friday, which means that I might soon give in to the temptation of snuggling up in the sofa with a glass of wine and just relax. Tomorrow I'm going to start with my paper. Hardcore, ya'll. And I'm playing folk music with my Friend with the Dreadlocks and German girl.
This post is full of stupid nicknames. I'm tired. I offer you that as my explanation. If you want to offer me your first-born in return, feel free.
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