I’m starving!!
I’m starving!!
Ate these instead;
Crunchie base, caramel, with ganache chocolate. Now you know why I swim so much.
They are red velvet whoopie pies, no less.
And by ‘make’, I mean ‘eat until I feel only slightly sick’.
Because I will never see it happen, and I don’t know why.
So what am I doing today?
I’m drinking coffee that is too strong for me, that’s what. I do aim to have a sneaky look at TV3 this afternoon on the player and see what/who they have on, eventually. Maybe they might do something about Alice around Halloween?
…and they want to interview me.
Tomorrow. For their afternoon show.
Live.
No bother. (Gives overly bright grin)
Edit; they rang to say they would have to cancel: they overbooked! Bother.
*Valley Speak Accent* So. Apparently there is this thing called, like, water? And if you are pushing yourself to take a full minute off your swimming time, then, it’s like a thing these days to like, drink it? *Valley Speak Accent*
And oh my god how annoying is Valley Speak, just make it stop.
It’s Friday and I am really looking forward to the weekend. So I have no script or plan to this blog post, I’m just typing away, validating my shallow existence on this earth by takin’ up cyberspace with my ones and zeros.
The migraine thing is most likely to have been brought about by my simply not drinking water. I swim 1500 metres five times a week and never take a drink of water, something was going to give. I brought a bottle of water with me to the poolside this morning and sank it after my swim. Huh. Maybe there is something in this high-dray-sion that them there scientists do be speaking of.
Right. Okay. Here is Friday, here is the weekend. Have fun all.
Yes, I am alive.
I think.
Going back to bed.
I have a migraine.
Two things happen when I have a migraine. My vision goes, and I get a delightful shimmery effect on my sight. (I am typing this by lifting my chin up so my undisturbed optical nerve can see). It is called an aura, and it affects the same part of the brain as schizophrenics and their visions. Just goes to show how strange the brain is.
Secondly, I feel the need to tell every one about it. Lucky people you.
I’ll keep going till lunch and if I don’t feel any better then I’ll go home and crash. Blurgh.
See him? He is ‘falling asleep’.
This makes him a ‘lucky bastard’.
As you were.