Insomnia sucks. I've been back in halls since about half eleven, having shown my face at a friend's birthday bash in town, and sleep, I am rather sorry to say, isn't remotely in the horizon. Neither is anything resembling work. Ah well. Spotted an amusing Clerihew earlier on. A Clerihew is a short and deeply unmetrical biographical (for want of a better word) poem, invented by E.C. Bentley and the great G.K. Chesterton when they were in school together. Examples include things like:
It was a weakness of Voltaire's
To forget to say his prayers,
And one which to his shame
He never overcame.
and:
Sir Christopher Wren
Went to dine with some men.
He said 'If anyone calls,
Tell them I'm designing St Pauls.'
I've probably misquoted that, since it's from memory. The one I saw today was a modern one, by a 'Buffy' fan, so Andrea, Holly, and Edel, enjoy:
The vampire slayer Buffy
Is a toughie.
Oh no, for heavens sake!
Another commercial break?
Okay, 'amusing' was too strong a word. A better option would have been 'mildly droll'. I'm tired now. One more attempt to sally into the arms of Morpheus, so....
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