Exhaust

Sky is made of clouds today
I want to go outside and play
But I am chained up, good and gay
Must return to santa's sleigh.

Happy Wednesday!

I feel fatigued and or restless.

I'm in quite a pickle. I'm taking airplane to America soon. So soon, in fact that I didn't buy 5 liters of cider yesterday. The sacrifices I make to keep my family afloat during these trying economic times. I even applied for jobs. And in keeping with idiotcy I didn't give a good phone number.

I also think my CV says I like to bake delicious cookies. It is potentially a bad idea to work on your CV immediately after drinking and months after a life au chomage. You start to embellish.

However, it may turn out to be a good thing. Embellishment. The bedazzler was, and still is, great... Translation for Géraud= AWESOME. I think I do need to update my CV with my participation in Gas Club, and my position as rotating president. That'll show self motivation and ambition. You can't just be president, you have to earn it, and subsequently Call IT. Just like for president of america club. All you have to do is call it. McCain's old man voice was too feeble. And we all know old men smell, in general, whereas younger men fart. Understand?

It's almost like sunset club, but not a secret or location sensitif.

My knee caps when stretched out start to sink to the bottom of my leg. The bones regroup themselves in the underground and form a coalition. It almost always deals with gravity.

I've been reading books again. what goes up must come down.

it's bath time in Runcorn, then firework times.

Here is Géraud in his halloween costume: