Monday, August 03, 2009

Einstürzende Altbauten, or: "Shallow Monday"

I wish I wasn't as braindead as I am at the moment. All I seem to be able to stomach, mentally, is basic slapstick:


Alyx Sands said...

I'm trying to think of something witty to say, but apparently that braindead feeling has spread to the second floor of the Philosophicum as well.

When building pratfalls start making us laugh, it must be Monday ;-)

Yr. humble servant,

Miss A Velten

J. Carter Wood said...

Speaking only for myself, I don't think I'd ever get tired of watching buildings roll over on their backs like affectionate puppies.

Regardless of the day. :-)

J. Carter Wood said...

Dear humble servant,

Having spent the greatest part of the day in the hallowed corridors of our asbestos-infected bunker, I can confirm that the braindeadness has seeped into Tuesday.

It never stopped, does it?

You should get more sleep!

All best,
The Wife