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Another 7 minutes.
Wake up to more grey skies and feel like all the colour in this world has been washed away by the rain. But that's okay. I'll take grey days as long as the snow is being washed away.
Playing hooky today because am tired of work. so I shall try, try to go snow-shoeing. If the clouds lift from the mountains, but even if they don't maybe I'll go anyway. So if these are the last 7 minutes from me, then you know I'm in a snowbank somewhere - preserved for future anthropologists to study. I know I shall feel violated. And why not. Not like I've been violated recently - in a good way that is.
I know. SHouldn't joke about these things.
State of mind: Bemused. Torn between wanting to go to work and finishing off the rest of this aged Gruyere cheese which is to die for. Must get better coffee though - the stuff I have at the moment is just gross. Icky.
Went for a run with the inner circle last night, and it's official. They are now trying to make me either anorexic of bullimic. I think the preference is for bullimia, for as one of them put it,
"It would be fun to watch him throw up after every meal"
Fat bitches. Little do they know, I already have a fine collection of feathers. Ha.
Today. I shall buy two pots and repot two orchids. Then I shall also scrub down my kitchen cabinets. Then if the weather improves I shall head for the hills. That is the plan.
Screw. Work.
I'm not indispensable. And I'm out of time.
Toodles.
Wake up to more grey skies and feel like all the colour in this world has been washed away by the rain. But that's okay. I'll take grey days as long as the snow is being washed away.
Playing hooky today because am tired of work. so I shall try, try to go snow-shoeing. If the clouds lift from the mountains, but even if they don't maybe I'll go anyway. So if these are the last 7 minutes from me, then you know I'm in a snowbank somewhere - preserved for future anthropologists to study. I know I shall feel violated. And why not. Not like I've been violated recently - in a good way that is.
I know. SHouldn't joke about these things.
State of mind: Bemused. Torn between wanting to go to work and finishing off the rest of this aged Gruyere cheese which is to die for. Must get better coffee though - the stuff I have at the moment is just gross. Icky.
Went for a run with the inner circle last night, and it's official. They are now trying to make me either anorexic of bullimic. I think the preference is for bullimia, for as one of them put it,
"It would be fun to watch him throw up after every meal"
Fat bitches. Little do they know, I already have a fine collection of feathers. Ha.
Today. I shall buy two pots and repot two orchids. Then I shall also scrub down my kitchen cabinets. Then if the weather improves I shall head for the hills. That is the plan.
Screw. Work.
I'm not indispensable. And I'm out of time.
Toodles.