Have you ever really annoyed yourself? Irritated at every word that left your mouth? I usually only suffer this when I go at the Guinness (it takes two, baby), but this afternoon, I kept just pissing myself off.
It started with sighing. I was exhaling like melancholy was a breathing disorder. Then I kept asking people if they were alright. I knew they were alright, they'd said so about 20 times already! I was wandering round the shop looking forlorn, which was wasted for a long time as i was the only person on the floor, then I tried to sort my unruly hair out without the aid of my hands.
What was going on?! I feel much better now, but what was I thinking? How did I put up with myself? I needed a smack, but there was no one there for smacking! I can only attribute it to tiredness and that ruddy broken fire alarm that I had to evacuate for... with my cup of hot chocolate.
As I said, I'm now cured. What changed? Well, it could have been a mediaeval stylee medical treatment - straight after work, I gave blood! Back in the day, it was known as 'blood letting'. Could it be that those middle ageans had a point?
I doubt it. They didn't even have hypodermic needles. Is it hypo- or hyper-? Ah well, 'tis of little consequence now, I've got 1 pint less than I had a few hours ago.
Give blood. Or we'll take it ourselves.
I have rediscovered aniseed balls. They and their dark pinky sugary goodness rock. I have also discovered that rape seed oil is carcinogenic. I even found out that the aniseed balls from Cybercandy are the kind with the rape seeds left in. It may shock the more distracted amongst you to know that rape seed oil is made from rape seeds. Can I never win?!
In other news, Archimedes and Pearl are all but water vapour now, but their memory lives on in my phone. I'll post the pictures as soon as I figure out how to shrink them.
Okay, I'll be honest, I'm writing this to avoid doing my English coursework. It's due in tomorrow, and I'm hopeless at it. Thoroughly hopeless! My evaluation is about 10 lines long, compared to the four pages of solid 12 point Times New Roman that preceed it. And don't think this will be the last of my pointless-ramblings-to-avoid-real-work - my exams start in 6 weeks. Whooptidoo with added wup.
