Volunteering to work at the annual fabric sale. Stupid on two counts:
-I had to get up early on Saturday.
-I wound up buying material.
Other stupid things:
-The cat groped its food bag again and strewed biscuits all over the floor. It then had the gall to whine at me to get up and feed it. Just now it has been trying to make me open the door for it to go outside when it could easily go out the window. Finally, I understand why people beat animals. Don't worry Brooke, I didn't.
-Money grubbing, nit picking pillocks who were rude to me at the fabric sale. You are getting a bargain with all material under five dollars a metre. The profits go to charity. Don't cadge so much. Don't bitch and moan in case you get a shorter piece of fabric due to cuts. We are not stupid and measure from where the full width of fabric starts.
-People who think I and the world in general are interested in their belly dancing costume idea of cut way spangly fabric with a bra showing. Trust me folks, it ain't going to be pretty. I know you don't care but I may as well share the burden.
-Dunedin "celebrities" who for some unfathomable reason are treated like VIPs because they are seen to inhabit some higher creative echelon.
It's a struggle to think of anything positive to say about life, but I do have some coffee which ought to improve my outlook and purge the memories. Then I shall either have a nap, or clean something so I can avoid homework. Riveting eh? At least a chapter worth in the memoirs.
I don't suppose anyone else out there finds themselves totally boring too?
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