Friday, April 10, 2009

Going 'gator

I'm in work. I'm fucked tired. I need to find somewhere to lay down and die.

Thinking about the disabled jacks, the sink my porcelain pillow.

The folly of drink, of John Kehoe and Sheehans, of all sorts of messing in all manner of daylight hours.

9 comments:

Sarah Gostrangely said...

That's what Good Friday's Good For, Radge: Hanging on for dear life on your porcelain pillow.

Enjoy the petit-mort, of sorts.

Radge said...

Thanks Sarah. I'll live again tomorrow.

Meadow said...

Once you’re resurrected by Sunday to celebrate the anniversary of the invention of chocolate bunnies, sleep well.

Radge said...

Meadow - Ah yeah.

Green Of Eye, Sharp Of Claw said...

oh i've been there. Yep, despite numerous cans of red bull the urge to slide under a desk and have a 'power' nap never goes away.

Hope the demon drink has passed from the system by now!

Radge said...

Green Of Eye - I'm back in the office but I've nine hours of glorious sleep beneath me. I never think of Red Bull. I will in future.

adogwoof said...

no comment

sinfulorigamipaper said...

Never Red Bull, never. Not even if my life depended on it.

Radge said...

AG - Nothing?

Sinful - Never?