Tired

Tiredness is a strange thing. A bit like a tempered child. You make promises to your tiredness which are full of conditions, in the hope that it will behave itself until you get the little bastard home to bed. If you just stay awake a few more hours, I promise we can get ice cream on the way home.

Someone once advised me never to admit out loud, that you are tired. As if it alerts a part of your own brain attached to your ears that cant hear your thoughts but controls your legs.

I'm Tired - or as my phone would say - I'm three

Hello! I'm Bored

So I created a blog. Don't really know why. Chances are I will update it monthly. I'm not even all that sure what a Blog is, or how to use it.

Here's a picture of some toast.

There's a song about toast. I think it's called "Toast".