blah blah clever things blah blah

I have so much snot it is just incredible. I am a snot factory. One would never have thought that the average human being could produce so much snot, but yet again, I manage to prove just how completely un-average I truly am.

I was sitting here before and all my hankies were in the wash and I had to blow my not inconsiderable nose on toilet paper and it was all ouchie.

Also, when one's head is full of snot and cold germs and all sorts of similarly attractive things it makes explaining the absence of a coup during Suharto's regime in Indonesia quite a challenge.
There are all these words written out in front of me, and I know I know what they mean, but I'm bollocksed if I can get them to make sense. Fack.

But its ok because once I've written this I can have my dinner and watch CSI Warrick Brown and wax my eyebrows and pack my bag and have a sleep and get up and hand in my paper and get on a bus and go to Toronto (its in Canada, see) and drink booze with bloggers just like it says in the picture.
I'm going to be a rebel and not wear red because even when I'm not wearing red I'm still wearing red cos I'm a big ginge.
GINGERGINGERGINGERGINGER!!!!!!
Yep, thats me. Ginger McGinge, of 114 Ginger St, Gingeville.

HOLY CAPS LOCK BATMAN I HAVE SO MUCH SNOT AND I HAVE A PAPER TO WRITE AND I WANT TO GO GET STUCK IN TO THE BOTTLE OF RATHER AVERAGE CHARDONNAY THATS SITTING IN MY FRIDGE AND THEN GO TO BED AND DREAM SWEET THINGS ABOUT CSI WARRICK BROWN AND POSSIBLY SAWYER AS WELL.

But because I am a good little mouse I will write my paper and ground it in theory and historical context and not do it while drinking. Ok, maybe just one wee glass....

Edit: the definition of compromise: A mug of hot lemon, honey and ginger in one hand, a glass of chardonnay in the other. My paper is getting better by the sip.