I need a psychologist...
or 5/10 million in gold lumps.
Platinum or any other such uber-valuable metal
just doesn't have that 'eyes falling out of one's head at the mere glimmer' appeal.
Back problem?? What back problem?
I assure you...I would sleep sound on a bed stuffed to overfill with gold lumps...
and the pillow too.
Come to think of it...damn the psychologist and bring on the gold.
6AM...and not one damn grain of gold in sight.
We need 50cm of snow. That would make me smile.
Inside of 48hrs.
That oughta let me know that something more than humanity is running this show
...and I badly need to know we're not.
[without the 'god' thing being brought up...that's just humanity again. *hork*]
I guess I'll wake up and get some breakfast.
One more spin of the ball and Saturday might see me some respite.
It's still dark outside...that's nice
I have a little time yet to feel like me.