Bit puffed now.
Monday, March 22, 2010
From the sublime to the ridiculous.
Last week I: worked four twelve and one fourteen hour day, got told by a psychic that a ghost was stroking my hair saying that she looked like my sister, met someone called A Free Spirit, was involved in a fire alarm, observed four adults cry about a death that occurred in the late 1800s , saw a very expensive piece of equipment be taken out by an adult on a flying fox and spent the week in Invercargill.
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All of that seemed a bit weird and then you mentioned Invercargill and suddenly it all made sense. Lol
Sooooo... usual day ending in "y" for you, then?
Who looked like whose sister? An adult on aflying fox?
What the fuck!?
Lie down then come back and fill us in more clearly, dear.
That's quite a week. I'm assuming the phrase "bit puffed now" is a New Zealand thing for being exhausted? 'Round these parts we say we're whipped, pooped or tuckered depending on which part of the States one grew up in.
Your life is so much more interesting than mine...
Countess, I thought Invercargill made it all normal!
OH Fat Sparrow, just another day at the office.
Jo, I also forgot the bit about the two grown men trying to get gloves on to a mannequin. And, as creepy as that sounds, it was quite normal in context. I think.
Jayne, I don't think so, but last week was possibly more knackering than yours, maybe( I didn't tell you about the renovation as well).
Oops Janie, missed you there! You got it !
It looks like Invercargill has got its first Headshop...
I had to Google Headshop, but exactly.
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