Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Go round t' back o' Tesco's, it's stale bread day

I don't know precisely when it set in.

  • It could have been when I awoke and remembered I had to go to work and have evening fieldwork to do both tonight and tomorrow
  • It could have been when my bad half made me stay in bed when my weaker good half really wanted to get up and change sheets, have proper breakfast and generally make myself feel good before starting the day
  • It could have been when, because the clean sheets were in a laundry basket in an obstructive position on my bedroom floor, I kicked the leg of my bed with my bare foot causing a certain amount of discomfort to my toes
  • Perhaps it was minutes later, when despite going through exactly the same washing and drying routine with the head hair yesterday, a completely different and wholly unsatisfactory result was achieved, approximating a strange, wavy helmet with a sticking out piece on the right-hand side. Rather like this, if it had a strange sticking out piece on the right-hand side.

Whichsoever, since that point I have been feeling all negatived up and need some seriously positive vibes my way for this day to shape up any better.