killing time.

here in my bunker,
bored witless,
coffee after coffee,
looking at my mail.

hoping for a story,
something to distract,
take my mind off the time
it's a killer.

you know?
a betfairy told me once,
that i communicate in quatrain.
and,
most of the time,
i suppose that i do.
don't know why.
maybe i compartmentalise things
oh well.

colleen had a boob-job?
i reckon she needs all the help that she can get.

eric if you are that bored come over to the Dark Side.

morning_glory wrote:eric if you are that bored come over to the Dark Side.

mg

I mean PP, not me

i wasn't thinking that.

i just didn't understand your message.

nah,
i think i'll give it a miss mg.

i have to count the spots of mould on my wall.

only 5 hours to wait,
before i go to bed.

if only we could switch off at will,
i mean literally,
just go to sleep.
i don't need to be conscious until mid-day tomorrow,
what great way to pass time.
i reckon i'd feel so much better for it as well.

gonna have to put the snorkal on i reckon.
brrrr!

oh well,
sunday night,
and it's business as usual.
waiting for bedtime.