After two sleepless nights (in which I managed to read four novels), lost a flight due to railways problems.
I was pissed off and on the train some gay guy tried to be nice and was showing me an spoof print ad of a microwave oven in a car. Told him off in a very bad way, even by my standards. Had to buy a new plane ticket which costed a fortune, came back home, found out the world loved my picture (well sort of, but more about this another time) and went to sleep at about 1pm.
Woke up at 7.30 and suddenly I realized I could be late again. Took my stuff and rushed to the train station – only to realize halfway trough that it was 7.30pm and not am and that I was 12 hours in advance???
Writing this while someone is having a screaming orgasm upstairs. Very surreal.
Be seeing you