Hit List (Week 34)
No time has always been an excuse for no desire. Yes. No desire. No desire to get upset. There is...
No time has always been an excuse for no desire. Yes. No desire. No desire to get upset. There is...
My first post at two to, not two past twelve. I went among the poets. My carers have my...
My ears are almost deaf. At least now I don't have to put up with my carers' constant phone calls to my mum....
There's nothing to lose. As of today, I'm quitting, starting my own company and poaching Matthias, July and indeed Tom.
The nurse who, despite photographs of evidence, cannot be convinced that tightly stretched ligaments cause pain.
This is a contradiction, it means you did a sloppy job and I don't think it's okay, do you? That's why...
Perhaps I want to polarise and offend with the MDK. Arouse emotions. To make you think. Because seriously...
(aka "His 1st Words") As is all too often the case, the weekend has already arrived and I haven't managed to...
Welcome to my world of a maximum of 3.5 hours of sleep. It's been like this for about two weeks now. Even in the presence of...
Dear diary, oh dear. This week is already off to a good start. If I don't publish anything on the weekend of all days, I'll have...