Chained to a table, stuck in a rut

[lizblackdog]

BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED BORED. Oh, and cranky.

Can't type well enough to IM today, have watched Farscape, porn and Blake's 7 until my eyes and points south are sore, have walked dogs, have bought chocolate, all the BBS's are moribund and there's bugger-all going on on LJ. Don't have enough money for the naked sauna (I curse the day they started charging admittance for single women. They had a bunch of local bag ladies turning up for the free coffee and showers and making the place look untidy, so now it costs a fiver) and besides, I'm bleeding, which accounts for some of the cranky.

Please please please leave a comment. Say something. ANYTHING.

Oh, and because I try and give amusement for amusement, look what happened when altariel1 posted that spam meme: Death By Spam!

Well, I found it amusing. Possibly you had to be there.

Comments

[the-reader.livejournal.com]

My hormones are doing the here-and-gone-again act today; must've been in a trough when I saw this, otherwise my brain probably wouldn't have pointed due Abstract Sculpture...

[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

I hate it when that happens. When my sex drive dips, everything dips... can't write, can't do LJ posts, nothing. It's at the root of everything creative and fun in me.

Luckily I don't lose it often.