Being awake is a collosal mistake

It's half seven in the morning and I havent slept and I'm sort of tired, but my mind's frittering away trying to understand the world AGAIN - oh silly gray matter, you will not achieve such goals - the answer to everything is 42 - lets just stick with that - Mr Adams is a funnier version of God. (What?)

Is it election day today? I need to vote..but I dont like David Cameron's face. Or his policies. Is that politically correct? (Ho ho ho.)

I did a poetry slam the other day - it was okay - it was fine. I'm very shaky but I wasnt ...afraid of the audience or anything I was quite happy to stand there and voluntarily release my inner monologue of dirge but my hands felt like violent rubber. Totally unfair. Is there a charity for the aid of rubber handed folk? There should be. Work on it Cameron.

I came joint 5th, which is fine...but not as good as 4th, 3rd, 2nd or 1st, or indeed lone 5th. Lone ranger just grazing the outskirts of the finalists - breathing on their victorious linguistics. I'm probably overthinking it. Maybe.

I have to paint on my amused smile for my half-brother and funmum tomorrow...I can't decide who has the more developed motor skills (I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON WITH HORRIBLE UNFUNNY JOKES) but we shall see how that goes.

BBQ on Thursday, Buffy the vampire slayer night AND added Buffet for comedic punning effect on Friday.

A week full of plans.

Dear Father Time, please make me older and wiser. Let me skip the learning and the treacherous mistakes it takes to get there - let me just aquire the wisdom automatically - cant you squash it into a new type of breakfast bar or something? Screw calcium, stick some masterful wit in there instead, and an understanding of the world. And make it crunchy.