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smokingbootNo more talk about the project. Must stop overfocusing. Time to bang on about ordinary life instead. There is very little of interest in the following, so here comes a courtesy cut:
1)My arm
The stupid thing still really hurts. Doc gave me anti-inflammatories, I took 'em, the pain stopped, I stopped, the pain started again! Is this a joke? This can't be a real course of pills as in 'you take them until there aren't anymore,' because there are bejeeelions of the little blighters. If I follow the instructions I'll still be taking them when armageddon heads up over the horizon; the beast will step forward, the seventh seal will break and there I'll be, chewing horse-tranks at the foot of the throne of judgement.
And another thing. They don't work. Ow.
2) Gerbil puppies
These are very cute. Freakella had lots of milk this time and they are all a bit huge for their age, except for one bony little one I think I will christen 'Stunty,' or 'Pointless'. There appear to be four or five white/ grey ones and one agouti. They're clambering blindly across the nest, all except the agouti, who's managed to open one eye and wanders happily round in circles.
3)Next weekend, moot 2
I want to go! Player actions, player consequences, sounds fantastic and it's the first time I've been interested in going, other than to see chums, for years. Of course I won't go because I'm doing the thing I am no longer going to talk about. Pah!
4) Hot Date last night
with that unprincipled wolf, Larians. I wouldn't have let him walk me home, except he already lives here. Why is it so much easier to find good Italian food than say, good Indian or Chinese? Strange how something as simple as garlic bread becomes glorious when covered in fresh pomarola. Yummet, yummet, yummet!
5) Merk the Jerk
OK, so he's not cross, he's just being playful with me. As a culmination to my fortnight of b*ggered communications, lost cheques and other minor disasters, he helped me leave my handbag in the restaurant last night. They still have it, the lost cheque is being replaced and there are no disasters, just some wing-footed tomfoolery. What's got into him?
No damn good. No amount of trivia gets the project out of my head. Work is my only escape.
Ow.
1)My arm
The stupid thing still really hurts. Doc gave me anti-inflammatories, I took 'em, the pain stopped, I stopped, the pain started again! Is this a joke? This can't be a real course of pills as in 'you take them until there aren't anymore,' because there are bejeeelions of the little blighters. If I follow the instructions I'll still be taking them when armageddon heads up over the horizon; the beast will step forward, the seventh seal will break and there I'll be, chewing horse-tranks at the foot of the throne of judgement.
And another thing. They don't work. Ow.
2) Gerbil puppies
These are very cute. Freakella had lots of milk this time and they are all a bit huge for their age, except for one bony little one I think I will christen 'Stunty,' or 'Pointless'. There appear to be four or five white/ grey ones and one agouti. They're clambering blindly across the nest, all except the agouti, who's managed to open one eye and wanders happily round in circles.
3)Next weekend, moot 2
I want to go! Player actions, player consequences, sounds fantastic and it's the first time I've been interested in going, other than to see chums, for years. Of course I won't go because I'm doing the thing I am no longer going to talk about. Pah!
4) Hot Date last night
with that unprincipled wolf, Larians. I wouldn't have let him walk me home, except he already lives here. Why is it so much easier to find good Italian food than say, good Indian or Chinese? Strange how something as simple as garlic bread becomes glorious when covered in fresh pomarola. Yummet, yummet, yummet!
5) Merk the Jerk
OK, so he's not cross, he's just being playful with me. As a culmination to my fortnight of b*ggered communications, lost cheques and other minor disasters, he helped me leave my handbag in the restaurant last night. They still have it, the lost cheque is being replaced and there are no disasters, just some wing-footed tomfoolery. What's got into him?
No damn good. No amount of trivia gets the project out of my head. Work is my only escape.
Ow.
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