Listening to Robert Miles, watching (silently) a girl on TV tied to a bed, trying to dial a phone with her nose. Meanwhile thinking of some really really aweful lyrics to some really wonderful instrumentals :p
I'M SOBER! So, let me get this straight, you want to fly - on a magic carpet- to see the king of the Potato People, and pleed for your lives?
And your trying to tell me your perfectly sane?
(on the other hand, if I'm vesniggered enough to actually update my LJ :p)