Not Dead, Just Sleeping.
Back some time in the immediate future.
Or not so immediate.
Or not so immediate.
posted by Tired Dad at
9:12 pm
Saturday, December 16, 2006
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- Name: Tired Dad
- Location: The North, United Kingdom
I used to have insomnia. My children used to live in the same Postal Code area as me. I can't be bothered to change the name of the blog.
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13 Comments:
Disappearing acts do a lot for one's sense of mystery.
What are you doing?
it is what he is not doing that concerns me
*arranges duvet over sleeping form and tiptoes out*
sleep tight
merry christmas, td
Come on now. You've had your few days off. Time to make the donuts.
[Merry Christmas and Happy New Year]
Wake up wake up wake up!..
You can sleep when you're dead!
Dont force me to email you my wake up song!
HAPPY NEW YEARS!
A happy new year to you, sir.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
(new blog: drunkpunk.wordpress.com)
happy thingy
Dear Fatigued Father, Where are you? Please come back. We miss your deathless prose. What does that mean? Can you explain? Help us.
Oh, and Happy New Year.
You know what, folks? I think he is dead, so it's looting time. I bagsy his humour gland.
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