Decorator

I look forward to the day when technology can be integrated with the human body on a massive scale.
I'm talking about Lee Majors in "The Six Million Dollar Man" type stuff. I'd rip out my insides for a start and give myself something that never fails and doesn't land me in hospital. Yes! What a surprise! I was there again, this time worse than ever before.
The irony is that I'd have myself put to death under the laws of my Utopian Society, which is a shame.

I started decorating my bedroom. I soon wished I hadn't because the job is just too massive and totally tedious. So I've called in a decorator. It's going to cost me several hundred pounds to get the job done, but anything is better than me doing it and making a mess. I'm a DJ, not a decorator. The small amount I have done is a complete mess. I'm only painting the walls, yet I've managed to splash paint on the carpet and smudge onto the fitted wardrobes. When the pro arrives he'll no doubt laugh at my handy work.

I've been really bored with everything this last month. I blame it on being so ill I couldn't do anything. What happened was that everything I used to find enjoyable suddenly became incredibly boring. Things like surfing the net and watching TV actually made me uncomfortable while I was ill, so the best thing for me to do was take more pills and slip into a drug induced coma for several hours. It passed the time...

Christmas is less than a month away and it's time to start thinking about presents. I don't know what I want at all this year: I'm at a complete loss. Of course I'll ask for socks, as you can never have enough socks. DVDs will feature heavily. Other than that I can't think of anything.
Nobody will receive gifts from me as I'll be broke from paying the decorator.

And finally, due to public demand, The Mystical Green Bunny has returned.
Sit tight for Psychic Solo making a welcome return as well, resurrected from beyond the grave.