Oh my good god.

I completely forgot I had this.
I've had an account on it for god knows how long, and I don't think I've bothered with it since I first got it.
Christ.
I was just going to comment good ahld Liz's blog (I was mentioned in it, and was v pleased) and the website was all "EEH HIYA THARAH THUE".
Well, y'know, maybe not to that extent, but, aye, you get the jist.
So many commas in that sentence. There's no real need, Sarah, leave the comma key alone.
Siiiiighhh.

Today I slept a whole bunch and did some politics homework. Now I'm lay in bed watching The Family. The kid in it is having trouble with bedtime. No idea what his name is, I want to say Derek, but I'm sure that's not it. Come onnnn, someone say his name : ||| Oh he's called Tom.
"We have a totally flopped out Tom"
"have a ride on the dad train"
Jesus, a ride on the dad train. That's possibly the best line ever. I'm so pleased.
That's better than when I was watching Supernanny last week and this little girl was having a tantrum, and screamed "I HATE MY BED, I HATE MY PILLOW, I WANT A POO"
Such a strange train of thoughts.

Anyway, I'll finish commenting Liz as I was previously doing, and then perhaps take myself off to bed as I'm positively shattered.
We have a totally flopped out Sarah.
I think I need a ride on the dad train.
xxxxx