Owch
My mouth is sore. This is because a) I have a mouth ulcer and b) I have been chewing the sides of my tongue in my sleep. I am vegetarian, so you would think that I wouldn't. Gah.
Other than the annoyance of the above (on the plus side, evidently, I haven't chewed my tongue off, it doesn't happen THAT often & maybe weirdy dents in the sides of it are a look I could pioneer) there is not much to report today.
I went to Sainsbury's & bought juice & cleaning stuff & a new toothbrush. The trick is not to confuse these items *nods* I also managed to get a blood-blister from the basket. It bit me. A savage & unprovoked attack. Shortly after which I almost lost my shoulder...
I stared hard at the notebook. It stared right back...
Much of the evening was spent watching seasons 3&4 of "Press Gang", as lent to me by chaletian. God Save the Squeen! Huzzah! It is so fine. ("Press Gang" I mean. The Squeen is not an it. The Squeen is a she. A girl. Possibly one called Robert. But no. A girl. No Robert. Even if she DOES have a beard.) Although PG is a bit mad, at points. Fr'example Colin under the coffee table/Lynda's English teacher being a guardian angel...
Cannot believe we are within spitting distance of Christmas. Well actually, as my toothpaste requires the full effect of gravity to make the sink, perhaps we are not yet within MY spitting distance of Christmas. But it is near, anyhow. Owing to the tonsil-releated shenannigans *curses UHL loudly* I am not actually down to serve ANY of the Christmas masses. Will just have to turn up and see if they'll have me I guess... I mean, someone needs to be there to persuade junior servers that their new sparkly lilac unicorn really SHOULD wait in the sacristy for them, or possibly stay with mummy during mass *lesigh*
Other than the annoyance of the above (on the plus side, evidently, I haven't chewed my tongue off, it doesn't happen THAT often & maybe weirdy dents in the sides of it are a look I could pioneer) there is not much to report today.
I went to Sainsbury's & bought juice & cleaning stuff & a new toothbrush. The trick is not to confuse these items *nods* I also managed to get a blood-blister from the basket. It bit me. A savage & unprovoked attack. Shortly after which I almost lost my shoulder...
I stared hard at the notebook. It stared right back...
Much of the evening was spent watching seasons 3&4 of "Press Gang", as lent to me by chaletian. God Save the Squeen! Huzzah! It is so fine. ("Press Gang" I mean. The Squeen is not an it. The Squeen is a she. A girl. Possibly one called Robert. But no. A girl. No Robert. Even if she DOES have a beard.) Although PG is a bit mad, at points. Fr'example Colin under the coffee table/Lynda's English teacher being a guardian angel...
Cannot believe we are within spitting distance of Christmas. Well actually, as my toothpaste requires the full effect of gravity to make the sink, perhaps we are not yet within MY spitting distance of Christmas. But it is near, anyhow. Owing to the tonsil-releated shenannigans *curses UHL loudly* I am not actually down to serve ANY of the Christmas masses. Will just have to turn up and see if they'll have me I guess... I mean, someone needs to be there to persuade junior servers that their new sparkly lilac unicorn really SHOULD wait in the sacristy for them, or possibly stay with mummy during mass *lesigh*