Where I'm so vain I'll probably think this entry is about me.
I love my mother, but one of her most annoying qualities is her innate gift for hangover detection and the subsequent unintentional punishment. Of course the amount of sleep I get the night before is inversely proportional to the difficulty of the task she commands me to perform. The best one yet being 2 hours sleep and the single handed construction of a mini-shed (suprisingly enough I got the 'talent with powertools' genes in my family, although it is like taking the Gold in the talentless olympics as we're all such incompetants), which was then discovered to be faulty and had to be dismantled.
Today it wasn't too bad, 5 hours sleep and a classical music concert at 11 in London. I did the obligatory token protest while she was dragging me off. The response to shut me up was that my drinking doesn't help with my period pains so it was my own fault, my counter-argument being that it was surely the other way round, but alas, her heart was of stone when it came to my heart wreching pleas.
The concert was awful, I sat next to someone who fell asleep, snored and smelt of urine. It was full of pretentious horaay Henrys and the highlight of my day was winning an inflatable hammer.
Anyway, that was my day. As for what the title is about, it is not a particularly interesting story that I decided had even less public interest than the rest of this journal. What I will say is that never ever forget how absolutely unimportant the colour of your sheets are.
Today it wasn't too bad, 5 hours sleep and a classical music concert at 11 in London. I did the obligatory token protest while she was dragging me off. The response to shut me up was that my drinking doesn't help with my period pains so it was my own fault, my counter-argument being that it was surely the other way round, but alas, her heart was of stone when it came to my heart wreching pleas.
The concert was awful, I sat next to someone who fell asleep, snored and smelt of urine. It was full of pretentious horaay Henrys and the highlight of my day was winning an inflatable hammer.
Anyway, that was my day. As for what the title is about, it is not a particularly interesting story that I decided had even less public interest than the rest of this journal. What I will say is that never ever forget how absolutely unimportant the colour of your sheets are.