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[caddyman]

My plan for today is to do some art work, but first I need to wake up properly.

This is proving problematic. While I am awake in the most basic sense of the word, I am yawning constantly and beagling my way through the remains of my cigarette packet. I am halfway through my first coffee, but I think I may have to send another down to find out why it hasn't reported back, yet (blatant Douglas Adams reference). In the meantime I am intrigued by the activity of my tear ducts which appear over night to have gained the efficiency of wind screen washers.

Every time I yawn, the tears run down my face like streams; it's like my jaw has been hooked up to a stirrup pump, and my eyes are like water pistols. As superpowers go, it's an odd one and I have yet to work out how to apply it to either crime fighting or world domination.

There we go again. Must leave keyboard before it shorts out.

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[blue-room.livejournal.com]

Mark W: Know what you mean, I am in work and functioning entirely on emergency power today, gurana based coffee substitute has merely stopped me from falling over backwards.
Good luck with art and with regaining control of your eyes.