'it's Love Actually'

Monday I can do it 'Standing on my head' but I'd rather have hot milk and cornflakes smuggled into.. ...red I feel the colour coming creeping waking up my life from sleeping dreams.. ..the wind can't whistle properly it's driving me insane and that constant spittle soaked Godiva always heralds rain. And now it's half past four half way nearer to the door in fact it's almost all the way through Monday ( not really I made that up) A cup a wash no shave saving that for later. That's it for a bit I'm awake cold I ache but better that than laying flat and practising for my funeral.