A start of a brand new week, another exciting Monday afternoon, and I’ve accumulated to nothing but sitting in Pedro’s room reading some more Natalie Dee Comics. So far the only thing I can moan about is not having toothpaste at the ready for me in the morning because previously I lent it to a friend who forgot I had to brush my teeth in the morning and locked his door at night, causing me a moment of frustration till my trusty neighbour donated some toothpaste to me. One of the most uncomfortable things is life is to wake up and feel like your mouth is contaminated with a mound of filth. The second is probably the horror of having to take a second cold shower because somehow that problem still hasn’t been fixed. These are times when I’d wish we lived back in the older ages where even the Queen only takes 2 baths a year. In others, she just wipes herself. Excuse me if I’m wrong, since I only learnt this last night when RJ pointed that out to me in response to my cool interpretation of stone people showering.I wonder if stone people had bad breath. They must’ve, right? With all the (probably raw) meat they eat and obvious lack of toothpaste.
I wonder what will become of me this afternoon when everyone’s off to Wetherspoon’s to enjoy their English Breakfast. Maybe I’ll sit in a corner and collect dust. That’s probably the most useful thing I can do when I have no internet. Oh Mac, why must you be dead? Oh Jesus, why did you die? Damn it, if Jesus didn’t die this week we wouldn’t have all these bank holidays which is probably the cause of all my angst. Now I can’t get my mac fixed, I can’t go to the library, AND I can’t go to the gym. I’m internet-less, dumb AND fat.
Could things get any worse?
I beg to differ.
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