...Yeah...I Failed to Think of a Title

Well, I was gonna yack on about something or other, but currently just wanna kill Boote (read the last line of his blog to see why). I even get mocked in his blogs V_V.

Anyway. Off the topic of the brutal beating that awaits Boote....I'm extremely tired. I seemed to be suffering from extreme insomnia last night....I couldn't sleep at all and when I did I woke up at 7.00 in the morning, and couldn't sleep again because I couldn't wake up.

Now Boote says he's not angsty enough to keep a blog. Get insommnia. By about the fifth hour of laying awake, you start to think of things to be angsty about. Then write them down and POW! You have a regular blog.

Ahem. Now I'm dreading waking up tomorrow, because I'm sure I won't be able to! I'm gonna be so tired tomorrow I'm just gonna sleep my way through psychology I think. We can't even persuade Miss Hewes into drawing more comical celebreties (we have now had pictures of David Hasselhoof and Avril Lavine on our board at some point, pointing out their comical features) because Mr Tombs is our teacher! Disappointing...

So sleep it is then. And possibly the ton of work I have to do. Shit.

And I still haven't got any job offers! God dammit!

I've also started a sprite comic just for a laugh. It sucks. But it keeps me occupied so I don't mind.

And that's pretty much all I have to say. I would end with a witty insult to Boote, but a) I'm not witty and b) He'd shrug it off. The bastard.