tuesday 21/03/05

I do enjoy a good cab merlot when Manchild's on UKTV and I've nothing else to legitimately sulk over. Looking forward to this term being over. Losing drive to study at all; you know how it goes. I want to write tonight, but the smallness of my system is overcome by the incomprehensibility of the califacient. Forming poetry is simply alliteration and nothing beautiful. I want to sleep, but then, tomorrow will come.