Well I'm in the library procrastinating again.
So here's some more mindless drivel from my head. I realised this morning that sometimes its actually ok to be me. I have fun. Like this morning, most people who go to a swimming pool, pay good money and then put in their personal worst performance would probably be quite upset, not me. I was excited to have achieved so little, after getting up early and dragging myself to the pool, so in celebration I spent 30 minutes just floating, looking morose and a bit "special". You know in a finger painting kind of a way.
So now I have lots of work to do and I smell of chlorine. Oh joy. I'm writing a short story at the moment called "The children with electric heads"... I'm expecting a pulitzer(?) prize before I even finish it.