damn dwarves
May. 3rd, 2006 09:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineI've got dwarves trying to carve out my eyeballs. From the inside. The precious Advil liqui-gels haven't kicked in yet and the dwarves are steadfastly refusing to acknowledge the calming, soothing presence of the Tazo tea.
Actually, having just written and erased five false starts on a second paragraph, I think I'm finally slipping into a painkiller-induced Tazombie state. It still hurts, but I can't put together a coherent sentence to describe it. My snark sensors? Are completely offline.
I mean, usually I could come up with a good five or six hundred words to attempt to amuse in my pain-striken state. Tonight, however, it's just not happening. This frustration is difficult to convey without resorting to crude sexual references,which I'm pretty sure that (a) you don't want to know, and (b) in the morning, I'll be embarrassed for having written.
And if I wasn't hitting the Backspace key every third character - usually multiple times - this whole post would look like I was extremely drunk. But when I'm drunk, I'm silly, snarky, and entertaining. Maybe tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow will be better.
But there better be no dwarves tomorrow. Dwarves are bad. No dwarves. No ducks, neither.
Actually, having just written and erased five false starts on a second paragraph, I think I'm finally slipping into a painkiller-induced Tazombie state. It still hurts, but I can't put together a coherent sentence to describe it. My snark sensors? Are completely offline.
I mean, usually I could come up with a good five or six hundred words to attempt to amuse in my pain-striken state. Tonight, however, it's just not happening. This frustration is difficult to convey without resorting to crude sexual references,which I'm pretty sure that (a) you don't want to know, and (b) in the morning, I'll be embarrassed for having written.
And if I wasn't hitting the Backspace key every third character - usually multiple times - this whole post would look like I was extremely drunk. But when I'm drunk, I'm silly, snarky, and entertaining. Maybe tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow will be better.
But there better be no dwarves tomorrow. Dwarves are bad. No dwarves. No ducks, neither.
