Six Six (Ought) Six
I don't think anything particularly diabolical happened to me today, except that it seemed like I dropped an awful lot of stuff while I was trying to cook dinner. Disappointing, perhaps, from a numerological perspective. Disappointing, also, from the perspective of someone who doesn't want to think of me as a completely uncoordinated oaf. I blame hunger.
There's all this stuff I was wanting to work on tonight: cutting paper, gluing book cloth, all sorts of assembly. But by the time I finished dropping my dinner and cooking the remains and eating it, it was late, and I suspect inertia has now taken over. Statistics: I like to eat quiche (+1 snob points, -1 barbarian points). With my hands (+1 barbarian points, -1 snob points). Total score: zero. Oh, and wash your buttery hands before you touch the paper or book cloth, you filthy barbarian!
There's all this stuff I was wanting to work on tonight: cutting paper, gluing book cloth, all sorts of assembly. But by the time I finished dropping my dinner and cooking the remains and eating it, it was late, and I suspect inertia has now taken over. Statistics: I like to eat quiche (+1 snob points, -1 barbarian points). With my hands (+1 barbarian points, -1 snob points). Total score: zero. Oh, and wash your buttery hands before you touch the paper or book cloth, you filthy barbarian!