I had the greatest intention to tell you about my first flat tyre and all the adventures thereof but I can’t. I just can’t. As I write this, I am sitting in a conference. I want to poke my eye balls out – with rusted spoons. I literally couldn’t be more bored. I thought I would be clever and write whiles waiting for something exciting to happen but all these mono-toned lectures are draining my soul. I feel as though my creativity is slowly being sucked from my body. I have even tried blocking my ears – in a ‘secrete’ manner – to prolong the death of my creativity but my attempts were in vein.
The moral of the story is that you will just have to watch this space for my thrilling, grease covered, woman empowering story because you aint gonna get much out of me while I am in this state of hair eating boredom.
I made an observation whiles trying to keep my mind alive. I just had to share: They – as in these conference people – have supplied us with sweets. Why would I be complaining? Who doesn’t love sweets? Besides the on-going paper ruffling and tit creating masticating sounds that surrounds me, I believe that these sweets were ‘cleverly ’plotted on our tables as (yet another) vein attempt to distract us from our these murderous lectures. Talk about preposterous! These sneaky blighters thought they could fool me… pfft! They thought wrong.
So there you have it. That was my rant for the day – not that I rant everyday (that would be awful for my wellbeing and calm state of mind).
Anyways, I hope your day was A LOT better than mine. Feel free to share your glorious weekend adventures with me. God knows my heart needs it.