I have fed my fleshy face and thus replete I sit rocking slightly back and forth in my brother-in-laws computer chair - which is just that little bit to willing to tilt backwards than is comfortable. I catch sight of myself in the door of their mirrored wardrobe and I remind myself of those oblong dolls wot are advertised as impossible to knock over and thus invite abuse ... for the sake of science, of course.
I behaved a bit more like my normal self this afternoon at work.
Well ... normal from a year or two back when I was feeling quite happy and content with my world.
My co-worker, after reading an email I had sent, said the other recipients would be wondering what drugs I was on.
I managed to seque from work to Frankie Howard in one sentence and write 'dooooooooooooooooooom doooooooooom doooooooooooom'.
Of the three people interviewed, two were consecutively offerred my job.
It's a funny old world.
I am not going into work next weekend. I am going to pick up at home and paint a picture on a t-shirt for my unwell niece. One of my tempermental cats has been peeing in neglected corners and forgotten piles of stuff. Have found where that nasty smell in the lounge room has been coming from. Hold serious concerns for under my bed. Shall worm the little basket-cases in revenge! mwahahahahahahahahaha