I ate all my crackers. I'm nearly out of cheese. I have no milk for cereal. The only thing in the fridge is gin and tonic, and that's what got me here in the first place. The universe has consipired against me. There is nothing to do but peel off these PVC pants and go to sleep.
Oh, fuck. I can't believe it. Babelfish is restricted. Arg. It's a bloody international bank and I can't run a chunk of text through a translation engine. Useless.