I'm sitting here naked again, sticking, thinken...it's time for a cold one.
However I'm working Febfast fabulously well and haven't touched a cold one for 4 days now, that's right, day two and I'm four days dry as Baptist at a Hillsong gathering.
However the side effects are coming on hard as Sydney thermometers kiss 30 in the middle of the night.
I'm grumpy as all hell and would be in this heat anyway, but not having my standard fair of lubricating groove, I'm twice as grumpy every time I move.
I've just sponged my loved ones down and let them know I'll scrape them off the floor in the morning, as for me... it's the loungroom floor again.
There must be something in this water. I am drinking it like a river at the moment, but despite the filthy stinking sloth like mood I find myself in, I'm feelin very sexy for the task I have ahead and the steps taken so far.
In fact the more twisted this is, the more adventure I find, so bring it on scorching toaster heat wave, bring it on grumponious mood swings, I'm riding you like a well tubed storm. I'm not going down, I'm staying dry...in all my wet sweat.
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