not sleepy, not sneezy, not dopey

uni frustration, headache, people talking, heater on too high and annoying short films about sweet bugger all. except harvey crumpet, he was cool, Andrej says clay mation should have died in the seventies i dont recon. i like it. i was going to write you a little poem espousing your virtues as absurdly as i could but then i got grumpy. so now im grumpy and the girl standing at the computer next to me is going to get it in the face if she looks at what Im writing any more.

violence is next to godliness, extremely pointless.

im grumpy but i wanted to say nice things. you should sing, because its a beautiful thing when you do. i will leave it at that.