I would like to congratulate all of you talkative bastards who have contributed to this journal having four hundred and one comments on it.

You have done well.

Ok party over and back to study. My final exam (please God of all time forever) is in the morning. If I were to walk into the exam in the next fifteen minutes, I would fail it. I would also be asked to leave because I'm wearing pyjamas. But that's not the point. The point is that I don't understand the subject matter and so I need to pull an all-nighter. Consider that phrase.

I NEED TO PULL AN ALL-NIGHTER

That's sheer rubbish when you take a closer look. Tripe and arse.

I have become a vegetarian. Can you call yourself a vegetarian if you still eat meat on Saturday nights? It's not for moral reasons: I have no morals. We're just not eating enough vegetables in this house so we have shifted meat to "treat" status. So far so good. Garbanzo burritos and tomato and mozarella tarts and bean burgers and bitter salads. It's all very nouveau cuisine and politically correct and Hare Krishna and tasty. Did you know Hare Krishnas won't eat mushrooms, because they don't like funghi? They think they make the brain slow. I guess that's how they figure the mentally handicapped into their world-view. Me? I just think that a chick ate an apple from the No-No Tree and we all ended up paddling up smelly-water creek with our naked and blistered hands.

MUST...TRY...TO...WORK AND...NOT...FAIL

neuro-praxis -- Has Learned To Love Her Neighbours Of All Colours Creeds and Kinds