Yesterday, whilst packing away some bits in the under stairs cupboard, I bumped my head on the low ceiling. It hurt, I think it’s fair to say, in a style akin to that of an illegitimate child. However, I figured that no real harm was done.

Today I’m not so sure. Today, I’ve managed to:

• Add 80 to 50 to get 140
• Get pole dancing and podium dancing mixed up (bit of a faux pas when talking to someone about their podium dancing)
• Indicate early to turn into my cul-de-sac, as there was a cat in the road
• Watch over 15 minutes of Michael Macintyre without throwing up or punching someone.

The last one was only achieved by doing occasional impressions of the “Filmed infront of a live ostrich” ostrich from that Family Guy episode.

If you know what I’m talking about, you’ll see how that helped. Oh, and I was with other people. I don’t do impressions of ostriches when on my own. At least, not today. Maybe that’ll be tomorrow’s clue that I’m diving towards insanity.

Still, at least my short term memory’s not been affected. That, and the fact that my shor… and so on. I can’t quite bring myself to do that one :-)

Have a good evening, you!

Pat

Days without alcohol: 9
Feeling: Amused, tired and a bit sore on the bonce still
Song in head: This song (having watched Kill Bill tonight at Rob’s)