11:00pm
Woe, woe and thrice woe. The world has come to an end. The rest of my life will be filled with sadnosity.
11:01pm
All looniness shall be sent to Venus and squashed by the air pressure.
11:02pm
I may never see sunlight again. The world has given up on me.
11:05pm
You know, I think Sven might kill himself.
11:07pm
So may I.
11:11pm
That would be sad
11:14pm
I'd have a nice white funeral.
11:17pm
Sven might have his coffin dragged by reindeer with flash trousers on.
11:20pm
I might do that.
11:21pm
No, the flashing trousers would bring out the extreme largenosity of my nose.
11:22pm
Damn
11:24pm
Oh no Libby has entered my room shouting:
"I did a big poo."
I said "Libby, this is not the time, I am grieving."
Still she insisted on coming in and who am I to stop her 3 year old rampage.
11:25pm
I am in bed with scuba diving Barbie and Sandra, i.e.: our lord baby Jesus.
11:26pm
My life is a living nightmare.
11:28pm
By the way, Rosie moved.