Ramblings of a Fool

The sun is streaming through the tiny gap in the curtains. This is notable, as during an English winter, it is not uncommon to have no sun for days on end. Except if you're hungover, in which case there is always glorious technicolour. The spelling checker thinks I should put polytechnic in there, it has obviously never seen Joseph. I am trapped. No-one is up, they are all better at sleeping off their hangovers than I am, and I can't get into the living room. The door is jammed, and I am weak. The kitchen and living room are one room, so I have no food or water. Hopefully my making this post will save me from a long, painful death and eventual eating by alsations. Do you have to capitalise the name of a breed of dog? I don't think so, spell checker. AH. The dullest post ever!! And you're all going to think it was Mike and look forward to it with that childish hope that it is going to be both clever and funny. Fooled! I'm going back to sleep.