So you wanna be a boxer?

I'm sitting wrapped in a fleece, Kaolin and Morphine at hand, hot water bottle and pillow. I'm ill. Been out with the Muzzies today (friends of the family) wasnt too bad, the only thing I wasnt happy about was the car journey back. I had a dodgy tummy, headache and my eyes were tired. My dad then decideds to play 1 hours worth of Dr.Who theme tune remixes, which are the most annoying and repetative types of sounds you could eve hear. "Dr Who-oo, Dr Who, Dr Who-oo, The Tardis" Blah - de - Blah. I felt like sawing my ears off, which reminds me, I saw a boy with no ear today, there was just a random lump of flesh there instead, like a babies penis.
Talking of penises, I'm going out with Wizzer, finally. If you're wondering why that reminded me, we watched this programme called "My Penis And I" which was really festering. It was about this random guy with a really tiny penis and he wanted to find out why it was such a problem for himself. I wonder why...

Im absolutely knackerd. But not literally, because knackered is the scientific word used when animals are really worn out from strenuous humping. I'm just worn out :)

I can't be bothered to write anymore otherwise it will never get posted.
Nanite,
Tab x