Knackerism.

I'm come a long way from that young indolent who thought waking up at seven in the morning was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Yes. Now I actually have to do it, you see.

It's been another wake/work/sleep week, and boy will you be thrilled to hear about it!

...If you're that peculiar sort that appreciates the nuances of watching paint dry.

In the abscence of my usual lack of wit, here is a picture of a goat.



Got potential, that one. Remember, all credits go to Songdog.net . His goat, his glory.