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Must remember to take an extra water bottle for head irrigation when I'm playing tennis around noon. Yesterday I didn't and got a mild case of sunstroke. Very mild, so headache pills and hydration were enough, no fever. But today I'm going to irrigate that head liek whoa. Unfortunately I'm constitutionally unable to wear any kind of headgear -- feel the urge to scratch it off after five minutes max.
So I didn't go to the concert last night, because standing a few hours in a closed room with loud music would probably not have been ideal. But I went to have drinks with the girls, limiting myself to two small beers.
Before that I did a bit of shopping. Heh. Not overly much, just a few tops and a bit of tennis stuff. Retail therapy is indeed a wondrous thing.
First WTF moment:
You'll never, ever believe who called me on Wednesday.
Yes.
Mr H.
Don't worry -- *that* call merely made me think "Well, you arsehole, I'm glad things went as they did"
Can you imagine? After, what, five months of silence and not aswering the mail I sent him, a brief "How are you doing" and then a question about the guy who was one of the people mounting the mutiny against him. Then a longish rant about his lost career (understandable) and vague information about that guy now trying to ruin somebody else's career, and good bye, and that was it.
What a bag of shit, even though a pretty one.
Second, much nicer WTF moment:
Lola, that emissary from the foundations of the the bottom of the deepest pit of hell, has been hatching sinister plans re. my walk-in wardrobe ever since shemanifested at came to my place. She was always wandering along the shelves, emitting the most pitiful meows and whines and clearly wanted UP!!!!! Yesterday she did it. From ground floor to second, from there to the third on the opposite side, and so on until she was sitting on the top shelf, happy and slightly anxious. Getting down involved a bit of a crash landing, because jumping from top to third on the opposite side didn't turn out quite as she'd intended, but luckily she's a cat (well pretends to be one, but quite dextrously) and so didn't harm herself.
Ze boyz were sitting next to the door, clearly thinking, "ZOMGWTFBBQ, the Black Menace DID IT!!!" Cornelius could never do it, due to his bulk and bad eyesight, but I think Lucius might want to give it a try -- he could do it, if he wasn't such a wimp. *loves ze boyz*
*loves Lola, too, that royal pain in the butt*
So I didn't go to the concert last night, because standing a few hours in a closed room with loud music would probably not have been ideal. But I went to have drinks with the girls, limiting myself to two small beers.
Before that I did a bit of shopping. Heh. Not overly much, just a few tops and a bit of tennis stuff. Retail therapy is indeed a wondrous thing.
First WTF moment:
You'll never, ever believe who called me on Wednesday.
Yes.
Mr H.
Don't worry -- *that* call merely made me think "Well, you arsehole, I'm glad things went as they did"
Can you imagine? After, what, five months of silence and not aswering the mail I sent him, a brief "How are you doing" and then a question about the guy who was one of the people mounting the mutiny against him. Then a longish rant about his lost career (understandable) and vague information about that guy now trying to ruin somebody else's career, and good bye, and that was it.
What a bag of shit, even though a pretty one.
Second, much nicer WTF moment:
Lola, that emissary from the foundations of the the bottom of the deepest pit of hell, has been hatching sinister plans re. my walk-in wardrobe ever since she
Ze boyz were sitting next to the door, clearly thinking, "ZOMGWTFBBQ, the Black Menace DID IT!!!" Cornelius could never do it, due to his bulk and bad eyesight, but I think Lucius might want to give it a try -- he could do it, if he wasn't such a wimp. *loves ze boyz*
*loves Lola, too, that royal pain in the butt*
