Blogging from the gramps’!
I am sleepy weepy, some pretty poetry right now would be yummy. Data connection is quite crappy here, too ulu for Tron. I wonder what language did ulu originate from. I am listening to the family speaking a medley of various dialects and this is screwing with my ability to process my thoughts in proper English. Random words popping out with insufficient conjunctions and prepositions and whatever-the-shit.
Project 10km failed.
This house smells of second-hand smoke. I don’t like this. My lungs weep.
I need plastic surgery but I almost died yesterday during facial I am not too sure whether I can take the pain of the jab(s).
If only I could just be an anti-social couch potato for the rest of my life.
Aching shoulders. 😦
Ordered a shuffle earlier today hehe.
I need fresh air. Help.