Friday, April 09, 2004


Partner and froglet slow-trained it off to her mother's yesterday...consequently it is, at this moment, precisely not very long since I hauled my sorry ass out of bed and refamiliarised myself with the fact that the coffee making machine is not 5' 2" in stockinged feet and does not answer to the name of Zsuzsi.

As for work...'tis one of the joys of ownership of a reasonably solvent company that to some extent, deadlines permitting, one can choose between throwing oneself whole-heartedly into some form of remunerative endeavour...say, marking the 11 advanced level examination scripts lurking ominously on my desk...or simply fail to make any decision whatsoever and slob around in front of the puta all day.

At present, I would say the balance of possibilities is tending towards the latter option. Who knows? I may even decide to get dressed soon. Now there's tmi if ever there was.

Should you find yourself in the position of entertaining serious doubts of a little rain ever falling into this seemingly idyllic existence, all you workers may allow yourselves a spot of Schadenfreude when you consider the fact that when it all kicks off tonight, your correspondent will, in fact, be standing in front of 5 or 6 advanced students and attempting to teach them the finer points of the English language.

Mind you, the way we've been playing recently, this may prove to be quite a blessing in disguise.

Now, where did I put that Pizzeria's phone number?

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