Crazy What You Could've Had
Teeth, Branches, Speed. Its not right, Malloy!
Expecting another entry of things going a little off, not
quite right, things really screwing me over? Yes. Tough.
Today's been a quiet day. One of minor successes
outweighing some quite odd things.
Went into Norwich this morning. Nice walk in. Quiet. Roads
were empty. Trees were bare. Walking down the road,
a...well, it was bigger than a stick...section of branch
fell out of a tree and landed not four feet away from us.
Odd, a little worrying. More odd, though.
Then in Norwich, as we were walking past Big Issue sellers,
with whom we generally have a good relationship with. If a
student says "No", it means they can't afford. Anyway, the
BI sellers were being a bit mardy today - not acknowledging
us. Anyway, just off Little London Street, I turned to a BI
seller there and had the incredible urge to scream "YOU
SHOULD HAVE TOLD THEM YOU WERE A TRANSSEXUAL, MALLOY" into
his face. I REALLY wanted to do it, but I refrained from
it. It was odd. As soon as the desire had come it had gone
again. Very, very odd.
I got my journals. The uni site downloads at 100kb a
second. It was sickening, I filled my floppy in less than a
minute. (That was like 5 or 6 files, 300k a shot).
We tried to make Cola Bottles this afternoon, but our cheap
Cola (which I love. Why? I don't know, it just floats my
boat) produced only a water tasting/cola coloured weapon
of, well...infamy, after the Queen's speech was tainted by
her having a large piece of jelly stuck to her face.
(Such vandalism! How can I live with myself)
Then, this evening, I curried my courgettes to a point
where they ceasewd being a food-product, went through the
stage of being a cold remedy, and became a central heating
replacement. And they've given me terrible toothache.
I need a sleep. Or a coffee.
Or both. Au revoir.
WILT? Substituatiary Locomotion - Bedknobs and Broomsticks.