{"id":537,"date":"2005-12-02T17:38:41","date_gmt":"2005-12-02T17:38:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/127.0.0.1\/wordpress179\/?p=537"},"modified":"2005-12-02T17:38:41","modified_gmt":"2005-12-02T17:38:41","slug":"moodlog-fck-you-world-you-fcking-cnt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thehippy.net\/blog\/moodlog-fck-you-world-you-fcking-cnt\/","title":{"rendered":"Moodlog: F*ck you world, you f*cking c*nt!"},"content":{"rendered":"
Nothing went right this morning. In Homer’s words: “Urge to kill.. rising.”<\/p>\n
No exercise last night. Had no desire to sleep either. The late night meant no run this morning (too tired and slow to wake up) and the sleepy operation of non-standard tap fittings caused the downfall of my breakfast. These events made me mad. <\/p>\n
Solution: Go to bed earlier. (Well, duh..)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Nothing went right this morning. In Homer’s words: “Urge to kill.. rising.” No exercise last night. Had no desire to sleep either. The late night meant no run this morning (too tired and slow to wake up) and the sleepy … Continue reading