and then it was one

one o'clock, that is... yes, as ridiculous as it is (unhealthy, even), and in spite of being away more than eighteen hours and falling asleep sitting here some ten hours ago, i am way too awake and waking in five hours again is so not a good idea... itchy testicles?... perhaps you've been sitting with the laptop on your lap too long, or falling asleep with it on your lap, or maybe it's crabs... did you fall for the distraction or are you checking your groin?... hey, women are not immune, even if you are ballless... ballless, is that a word?... looks weird... blogger doesn't do spell check, does it?... i forget... you good go mad and never know it, ya know?... then again, maybe not...

and then i stuffed myself with pasta or oatmeal and chips and more (depends on which night this is, not that this is any sort of generic entry or what not) and the scale reports a rise in the weight, again, and the fool lives dangerously closer to the edge and end and i'm wasted and i can't find my way home... at least for the moment... james corden is no craig fergusen, but he can be amusing...

i'm done, narf :}