I'm sorry for the pen I stabbed into your eye....

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Headesk – kick bin – scream in car – WAIL – growl at people – ARGH – growl – swear – ARGH – prowl round office – snap at EVERYONE – argh – cry wildly – growl – mutter – swear – punch wall

If any of you have done this particular activity before you may know exactly where I am coming from.

Yes. At the moment I have given up smoking. And I say at the moment with good fecking reason.

I am without doubt, a grumpy, arsey, stressed out thundering junkie coming off of what feels like a massive high. I am hating EVERY moment of this. And the normal nice lovely person that I am has moved out, and the HULK has moved in. I swear there is a faint tinge of green about me.

I want a FAG I WANT A FAG I WANT A FAG!!!!! So badly. I can imagine it. Oh how I can imagine it. And I swear if one more person who hasn't smoked ever, tells me - oh it's not that bad? - I will hurt them. Viciously, and with great glee! (SEE! SEE! See what I mean?? *flails arms about* I am worried about me!)

Sci-Fi. Dear Sci-fi....

You know. We are so influenced by television. And by life around us.

People, places. Things, wants needs in general.

Genres upon genres exist in the televised world., allowing us to peak into the unknown, experience the grandeur, and the wonder. Expand on the mysterious and the taboo. To question, to think, to pick apart, to escape.

Ah to escape. To become immersed in universes so vast, so unquantifiable, that they literally take us on a journey across an expanse so wide, that we are breathless and left wanting much more. This is the world of Sci-Fi.

Oh the things women do....

I'm not talking about the mental things we do sometimes to impress someone we're attracted too. Or some of the outfits I have seen women squeeze themselves into. (Although that probably deserves its own section to be fair) I'm talking about putting up with womanly things. I.E. the dreaded period.....If you're a bloke, I would stop here.