the life i'm leading now epitomizes monotony to such an extent that i reject your proclamation of tedium, for you will never fully appreciate the totality of boredom until you are in my shoes.
that, my friend, is how fucking bored i am. and trust me, you dont want to spend 16 hours lying in bed, fleeting between wakefulness, drowsiness and dreaminess.
the only interesting thing that is transpiring now, is me, circling that orgasmic spot on my bolster. and i've got to stop doing that soon, too, because that said spot is turning slightly blackish, and is beginning to smell funny.
till then, i shall see you in my reverie. if i do enter my reverie, that is. then again, maybe not. why would i want to be meeting you when i have jay chou and jam xiao and ashton kutcher and takeshi kaneshiro and ah fang's nacho libre to choose from.
oh well, till when i next feel like blogging again, which may jolly well be in an hours' time.