Is a book by Dean Jensen, about a set of conjoined twins “famous” in the early 30’s

Theirs is not a happy story, but the bit of large text picked out in the review really caught my eye.

“They hit rock bottom and where billed as ‘the world’s only strip-teasing Siamese twins”

It does not seem like much of a “feel good” book.

Might skip that one.

And at the expense of having anything to actually blog and to prevent a sudden fit of the "Oh I know I will post this deep and heartfelt rant" on some other group based blog thing I is doing the typing off the top of the noggin malarky just so I keep my needy and insecure little inner me happy.

It is hotter than a dockers armpit in this office, and about as humid. I want to no longer be here and wish I could be generally somewhere else.

As you do on Fridays.

Soon I will be somewhere else, which is of course vair vair good.

I am wanting rampages through the world of neighbor annoying volume levels with a guitar, but of course will not be so inconsiderate as the neighbors that I would annoy if doing such a thing would not actually be my neighbors but the neighbors of S&F. And that is just not fair on them.

Seeing as they have taken me into their home, it would be wrong of me to get the neighbors up in arms with high volume badly played widdle shennanagins on the geeeetarr.

Oh god I'm bored.

And I think I just saw a lady office goth go by, and I am curious to find out more. I had no idea there was a female goth on this floor.

Why does no one tell me ANYTHING!

I am starting to feel a bit mental. Must be all that coffee.

So, here I am fortified by many cups of “Black hole” coffee and actually feeling quite with it. Which is very odd considering last nights lack of chunky great kip adventures.

I will need to get some sleep tonight as we have an early start and rather active day ahead of us tomorrow. Sarah will be coming over to S&Fs’ tonight as she has been doing for the past month almost, and I must try to get her in and out of the Jacuzzi in decent time for bed. This will be difficult as she is 8 and does not want to go to bed and miss anything.

Then we will have to get up rather early and head off to Chessington World of Adventures. Again – yes Sarah wanted to go back to do all the scary rides she didn’t get to drag daddy onto the last time. She also wants to do all the scary stuff she did last time!

I have explained that this time round the queues will be longer and we will have to wait in line for most of the day, but that doesn’t seem to have dampened her enthusiasm for experiencing high G forces and vertiginous heights.

Then Sunday we will do a bit of shopping for some summer clothes for her (god I’m going clothes shopping with a female! HELP ME) then we have to get back to the house for 1 as we have a viewing at half past. Then I leave Sarah with her mum and go back to Rancho Collapso.

Hope you are all planning something fun but possibly not as terrifying.

Had a nightmare that woke me up from my early evening “waiting for S&F to come home” sleep, which I try to grab to stop me being such a grumpy tired git. Woke up feeling very odd. Worked through the sadness left behind by it and had a good evening.

Then when going to bed for real, I just could not drop off. My brain did that “I know your tired but I am going to go at 200 miles an hour in some very odd directions and keep you awake!” thing.

After about an hour I think I did sleep, but kept waking up because my brain would not let me sleep for any length of time, prodding me awake and going “Guess what I have just thought up! This’ll drive ya mental!”

At one point I managed to get to sleep and have a dream about being awake and unable to sleep! What a bastard trick to play on yourself!

Or was I awake but so tired I thought I was asleep and dreaming I was awake?

Bugger, even I am confused now.

Oh well.

I will just have to power through it all with coffee and more coffee.

Ya see what I did there eh?

Bloody comedy GENIUS I is.

Have a good one.

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