The Blah Collection

Hm. Idiots. And candidates for certain high profiled political posts (or should we say apparently the most important political post - at least thats the view of todays world) shouldn't jump on the wagon either and leave their fingerprint in my referer logs. Get out of there. I can't vote for you anyway because I'm not even touching the edge of your country. Thanks.

...Schedule.

Use this word too little and nobody will see the end of their chaotic misery. But use it too much and you'll create more chaos than God himself probably had in the first few hours of his creative manifesto.

English Flu is like a dentist appointment. Something which is a yearly thing and you can't get away with it whatever you do.

The only difference: You can lie and tell yourself that you don't need a dentist appointment and brush your teeth like a mad fucker and it sort of works.

But the flu doesn't give a shit. It'll haunt you down at the least convenient moment and stay with you until you've done your whole swearword program and resigned to the fact that an English Flu is da motha of all biatches.

Hm. I think I have to educate myself in the highly acclaimed sleeping discipline. Due various reasons I've managed at the same time to crave for sleep but not being able to fall for it.

And no, it is not an Insomnia thing, not directly.

More to do with the whole "one more" business... I want to process one more thought before I'll fall to sleep.

And on the last sentence there is my mind, stuck in a loop.