Someone shave for me, please. It is meh. And I have no razors. I don't really have anything to say. But I have never let that stop me speaking. Especially if others are saying something first. While we are at it, can someone wipe my nose for me, and tuck me in to bed, and sit there all night to stop the dreams getting in to me by facing them down as they try and creep up on me and break up my nights with their screaming? Please? God, I need a psychiatrist. I'm just so tired. I need a razor blade. That sounds so bleak. Think of the dramatic poetry that would be missed if I used an electric razor. 'Tiredly and with a sense of half felt regret, I reached for my 12 volt trimmer' just isn't as good as 'Tiredly and with a sense of half felt regret, I reached for a razor blade...'. Although, 'Tiredly and with a sense of half felt regret, I reached for one of my pack of 12 three blade disposable razors that are really overpriced from Boots and they have a little Aloe strip on them razor blades' doesn't sound all dramatic, either.
Okay, I'm going to bed.