Tales from an increasingly disturbed mind trapped in the body of a physicist. Featuring all those various things which amuse, annoy, entertain or interest me enough to remember them and write about them.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Sunday photo time
I'm not entirely sure why I wrote this. I'm not entirely sure when I wrote this. I'm not entirely sure why fuck-me has a hyphen. I'm pretty sure this isn't the only obscenity scrawled piece of paper in my flat. I'm also pretty certain that it makes a statement about what's going on in my mind. I'm not sure what the statement is.