I'm Going Slighty Mad.

Great start today. I wake up at 8:15am today, and realise that I have work at 8:30am.

Obviously this leaves me in a tricky situation.

Like a pre-op transexual who's finds out it's half price surgery day, I get changed in a flash.
I'm rushing around for my keys, i can't find a clean apron anywhere and dirty socks are flying all over the place.

And then I look at the clock again and it's only 7:25am.
PHHHEEEEWWW!
I have a whole half hour to get ready. I can relax.
So then i stick a wickid new dressing gown on that even Hugh Hefner would be jelous of, and go down stairs and make myself some breaky.

I'm halfway through drowning my shreddies in milk when I look at the clock but this its 8:30am.

...?...

Either i accidently broke though the space time continuim and traveled an hour ahead in time, or I'm having major trouble remembering how to tell the time properly.
Once again I end up rushing around for my keys, and scattering dirty socks across the bedroom in desperate search of clean laundry.

"Bloody hell, I'm late for work."

30 minutes later, my hair look like it's been trampled on and i still stink of yesterdays coffee, but I'm at work and I think I'm okay for now, I think.

My only worries about this are that things like this seem to happen to me a lot more often than usual. Which is why I've started researching into prenile-senile disorder ...I wonder if it exists?

If it doesn't, I want to invent it but I'll change the name to Milhouse disorder, so I can remember it that the illness is from being myself.

Also I was told today that the link to my website that I so kindly spent time designing for you all has a typo. So not only do I have Milhouse disorder, I can't even spell my own name.
I would say disslexick, but I can't spell that either.

I'll sort it out sometime tomorrow and give you all an updated version. Kushty.

Which reminds me I have a new internet buddy self named Frogz, who's just started writing his own blog - which I might add is a very interesting, if slightly cynickle read. The only bad thing about this is he just so happens to be my French boss, so I can't write anything slagging him off about how shit his coffees are. Bugger.

Only joking man, your coffees are absolutly fine :)
(better not say anymore, he's a lot bigger than me)

Check him out. (You can't miss him)

Happy New Year by the way.
I just realised this is the first blog of 2006. "Woo Hoo!"

Hope you enjoyed yourselves as much as I did.
Went to Cheltenham and saw Cozin Jane & Kate. Had a fun time watching a very merry Kate in action at some funky club. I'll post some photos up a.s.a.p

One last thing. I don't want anymore nicknames please. I like Milhouse & Milly. No more.
I can't even count the amount I've had during my existance! Flippin eck.
Grandpa,
Milky Bar Kid (obviously),
Four Eyes,
Guiness,
& Shithead are to name just a few.
Today Miggy & Peppe at work started calling me William Wallace for reasons I can't understand. Then they changed it to Frodo coz I tried to explain to Miggy that Cheltenham was in the Midlands.
So yeah.
Just Milhouse please.

Right I'm out. I've got a bloody deep clean at the Caffe Nero to attend to this evening coz my lousy French boss won't let me watch the game at t'pub instead.

(Lousey Frenchman) : )