the clog

More Time Distortions than you can shake a stick at...

Salutations once more, dear strangers. Today we shall discuss the terrible social disease confronting our nation: Jet Lag...and monkey raping. I'm still jet lagging right about now. I'm in a very bad way too. I would be feeling perfectly fine until I hit 3pm. Mr Sandman decides to kick some sand in my eyes at that exact time. The Evil Bugger. Anyway, because of my messed up circadian rhythm I miss entire chunks of the day. It's as if I hit a time distortion at 3pm. Dr Who has nothing on me (and if you're one of the few people who don't know who Dr Who is you should be ashamed! Go google him. Oh, and Daleks rock. Oh, and pray that the new Dr Who series will eventually make it to Malaysia while you're at it). Yeah, where was I? Right, time distortions.... Erm...I forgot the point that I was trying to make...

Anyway, Jet lag is bad. Stamp out jet lag! Demand equal time shares! And stop monkey rapes!

Rumoku out!