Brainwaves

Good day world, or if your Ellis then you would say: "good day human scum".
Nothing tickles my fancy quite like when I get that text first thing in the morning, I cant possibly figure out why either. Today that is what we recieved.
Pops if your checking this out: you blew it last night with whats her face but no big deal....theres more fish in the sea. Keep the faith! Be more like me and ill master: dont worry about these things, think of kung-fu, motorhomes and snowboards. (and ice...vodka + the occasional burger)
For the rest of you, I dont wanna relive the night but it was fantastical and filling all at once. Its the reason Twitter is here, so to find details then follow the stream and no, there are no pics.
If you arent Tweeting yet I simply look at you with curiosity and awe. You are a subhuman. In a cave. drawing stick figures on your sooty walls while trying to figure out what an erection is for.
Join twitter.
Now.
My head is throbbing....I beleive it's trying to tell me something...I will assume then that it wants me to say g'day on its behalf.
G'day mates.
Kudos and emoticons to the closer, who is battling succesfully, his wanton urge to live out of the pub. He has been at my flat for 2 days straight now, drinking Miller lite and watching network televison. He hates the interewbs.