I'm sick of this computer, I'm sick of Big Brother and I'm sick of having nothing to eat in this flippin house!! I'm also getting sick of having dreams about fucking Charlie and a) Them not being real, and b)him being really shit in bed. It's a dream for fucks sake! My dream! Charlie's supposed to be good in bed!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! Allthough the fact still remains that the real Charlie would be better. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm...... Yes! Anyway... ahem. I think I may have had too much wine last night, seeing as I woke up with one eye still make-uped, the other still not removed properly and my hair straighteners burning a nice little pot hole in the carpet. I was in a warm sweat too but I think that may have been entirely the fault of the dream. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm........ Oh, stoppit! Hehehehehe...