You know those times when you're out and busy for practically the entire day, come home exhausted and have the sudden realisation that you have an hour and a half left before your own self-set goal of producing a daily piece of nothing special. Yeah... that.
I currently come to you thanks to the inner workings of a iPod touch, so advance apologies for any made-up words being auto-corrected to something "normal" if a little obscure. However, thanks to said exhaustedness, the chance of any extra stupid words appearing are pretty slim for two reasons: 1) because tapping out words on this thing is as time-consuming as a 12 course dinner with a crowd of elderly anorexics and 2) because of said exhaustedness, which is itself a made up word.
I did spend the best part of a contemplative seven minutes trying to decide of what to articulate in this 'ere thing o' text, but the best I could come up with was the thing about being exhausted, so that's what it is and that's where it ends. And again apologies for spelling boo-boos.
I suppose I can always claim getting a B in English for bad use of the language.
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