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Life continues to be fun, which of course by Eris standards does not exactly mean balloons and trifle.
Open Day at work on Saturday. This seems unusually quiet, even by my standards thought I and went for a fag. To discover that the unusual quietness was quite possibly because Thames Water had kindly arranged for us to be currently situated on a rather unexpected, rather deep (I observed a young lass attempting to enter the building and it came up to her knees), rather dirty, rather fast flowing river.
I recall thinking that I wasn`t sure if it was awesomely me or just total fail that I was flogging degrees when the apocalypse started.
I returned home, without disgracing myself in the pub en route for the first time ever after an open day, one of the fringe benefits of boyfly I suppose, to find someone had called me to serenade me with bad Inkubus Sukkubus cover versions.
This pretty much is my life I guess.
Open Day at work on Saturday. This seems unusually quiet, even by my standards thought I and went for a fag. To discover that the unusual quietness was quite possibly because Thames Water had kindly arranged for us to be currently situated on a rather unexpected, rather deep (I observed a young lass attempting to enter the building and it came up to her knees), rather dirty, rather fast flowing river.
I recall thinking that I wasn`t sure if it was awesomely me or just total fail that I was flogging degrees when the apocalypse started.
I returned home, without disgracing myself in the pub en route for the first time ever after an open day, one of the fringe benefits of boyfly I suppose, to find someone had called me to serenade me with bad Inkubus Sukkubus cover versions.
This pretty much is my life I guess.