July 2, 2007

Gnawing.

Gnawing more.

But you know, the pain helps.

*gulps, gasps*

It really does.

When you're sat, three feet from a speaker, with Tom Cunting Jones singing Delilah.

On repeat.

Over and over.

I might just walk out of here and stand in front of a bus.

A moving one, that is.

If only because the useless screeching of badly maintained hydraulic brakes would be preferable to this racket.

Come on...

*looks up, admittedly at a ceiling, but even so*

I'm ready, Lord.

*beseeches*

Take me bloody well now!