heuuu ...

Either I'm reverting back to adolescence or i've got some kind of terminal illness, but .... it's no big deal.

Last night i crashed and burned on the sofa (AKA 'La Titanique) at about 10.30.

I just don't get it.

I did my weekend chores, y'know, i took my sunday bath - always on a sunday, whether i need one or not - ironed a few shirts for work, cooked and ate dinner, sat back and started watching t.v.

Before i knew it, *plouf*, it was four in the morning and i was dribbling down my chest with 'Chasse et peche' on the box, with a guy showing us how to make salmon lures.

To be honest, i'm not sure which is more troubling : the fact that i dosed off like an old geriatric (minus the slippers and the pipe) or that i kind of got seriously into watching crusty old geezers killing wildlife for fun ...