Fuzzy

No, not my bakelite radio -- it's dusty rather than fuzzy. I was meaning my brain.

Fuzzy.

How the heck can someone be so tired and yet still manage to have such a cruddy night's sleep? I'm beginning to think that I'm uniquely talented in that area.

I also have nooooo blather today. Seriously. I'm not even going to bother trying.

Better luck on the weekend, I guess.