You know, there’s TIMES … when my job is a pain in the orifice!
No, really!
Actually … ?
That’s possibly pushing it.
But I finish, last night, at twelve thirty: and got to bed at half one.
And — obviously — got up way too early!
I think I’m paying for that.
Or, at least, my eyeballs are.
Comparing the way they feel to red-hot curried ice cubes is possibly the nearest way of putting it!
I think I’m paying for that.
Or, at least, my eyeballs are.
Comparing the way they feel to red-hot curried ice cubes is possibly the nearest way of putting it!
~≈Ù≈~
