Not so much cutting edge as half-cut and still sliding.
Saturday, 23 June 2007
Oh, and I meant to say, it was already light at 3 am today. I was tempted to get up and enjoy it, but the prospect of babysitting after an hour and a half's sleep deterred me. I regret it. If I wake again at that hour, I'll rise and appreciate the dawn.
Delightful people with a little too much time on their hands
Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?