My hungover was very angry in the early hours of this morning when I forced myself out of the comfort of my bed to head off to Millerton to work. I'm not used to this whole work scenario and my body didn't react to it well.
But, nevertheless I didn't feel too bad walking in, eyes half shut, horrid feeling of nausea and brain feeling too big for my skull, as I quickly learnt that mostly everyone else was feeling the same as I was.
In other parts of my "exciting" day, I went to the shops and who knew amusing things could happen. Was waiting to buy some rolls when this lady was holding something in her hand, she said it had fallen from the ceiling, and you know what it was... A MOUSE! A little cute ball of grey fur. It looked so scared, but everyone else was going berserk, I just stood their laughing.
But then after contemplating it for a second and a half I felt really sad for the mouse. There it probably was in the ceiling playing a nice game of cat and mouse (excuse pun, was necessary) with its friends, when all of a sudden it just falls and has to deal with havoc, people screaming, hands grabbing. Eventually it was put in a bag and transported to the outside world.
- The small thing that made me smile today: Has anyone ever seen that lady who's had so much plastic surgery she looks like a cat? Well, I think I saw her today, or at least someone who wanted to look like her. Ponies on MDMA, it was mad. Cheeks as high as her hairline, lips as plump as her calves, a nose as pointy as the guy she was with, and eyes as squint as matchsticks. It was a sight for sore eyes. I just don't get it, why????!!! Joan Rivers does it, God that woman is funny, everytime I watch her I laugh so hard I crack a tooth. Classic!!!
But anyway, she was in the queue behind me, I couldn't turn around otherwise my sensitivity to laugh would've been too much for me to handle.
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