So if you win the £66M....

[Titanic]

Hi MB,
Have you checked your medication lately - that is weird, even by your high standards

 

[Meade's Ball]

Hi MB,
Have you checked your medication lately - that is weird, even by your high standards

I have been told to change medications. Not because of the birth and opulent growth of the arrogance and acrimony in my system, but for a reason i don't remember hearing. The doctor suggested i move from one to another so that any threat of epilepsy is speedily tackled within moments of any flash that might beckon it. I imagine that to be it entirely.
Not a subject of interest for the plenty, but at the moment i am more tired than any second in my life. I feel like i'm awake on day 9 of my pill-popping insomniac's Charles & Eddie Festival where they croon and sing until i burst, giggling amongst the choruses. Lust and will perished a day or two ago. I literally have nothing. No struggle or desire. Just eyes and weird smells and a pained wait. I am hoping this session of repair should be finished by the weekend so i can go to Brentford. If not, i stay in bed and hope myself good enough to be angry at Orient.

 

[desprateseagull]

how come the euro lottery doesnt rool over as long as UK?

 

[Tazman]

I would change my location under my Avatar from Seaford to Hawaii...that is all!

 

[Sav]

Id make sure Falmer has a stand named after me, called the Super Sav Saucy Serpant Stand, and spend the rest on a gardening career.

 

[Biscuit]

I'd buy a really big novelt paint ball gun and cover the LDC offices in bright colours!

 

[Titanic]

I have been told to change medications. Not because of the birth and opulent growth of the arrogance and acrimony in my system, but for a reason i don't remember hearing. The doctor suggested i move from one to another so that any threat of epilepsy is speedily tackled within moments of any flash that might beckon it. I imagine that to be it entirely.
Not a subject of interest for the plenty, but at the moment i am more tired than any second in my life. I feel like i'm awake on day 9 of my pill-popping insomniac's Charles & Eddie Festival where they croon and sing until i burst, giggling amongst the choruses. Lust and will perished a day or two ago. I literally have nothing. No struggle or desire. Just eyes and weird smells and a pained wait. I am hoping this session of repair should be finished by the weekend so i can go to Brentford. If not, i stay in bed and hope myself good enough to be angry at Orient.

Stick with it mate! Two steps forward, one back... look forward to the next two-step!

Hope you make it to Brentford - it will do you good to see other people suffering too