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2003-05-15 - 10:41 p.m. I was very good today. I slept in for as long as possible without sleeping for too long, if that makes sense!? I lounged around and spent some time with my mom and sis. Then, in a rather energetic moment, decided to try and do some exercise. I dragged my mom to do a little aerobic workout with me using a video we have. I tried to shift some ass and tone up a bit. Don't know if it worked, but it sure made me feel hot and tired. Later on I managed to chop the end off my finger on a cheese grater. I felt so sick at the sight of it that I nearly fainted. I also got my cheek scratched by the dog... not bad for a day's lounging! Typing without my right index finger is proving slow and interesting. It's weird but I can't stop giggling to myself today... especially this evening. Quite bizarrely I have been chuckling away to myself in bed all evening. Over what I am not quite sure! Could this be the first signs of a Nosher breakdown... or maybe not. My sister kindly suggested that I burn a couple of incense cones that our friend - known on here as Shakira - had brought back from Morocco. Ok, I thought, might be a nice relaxing idea... so I lit a couple and lay the wrong way round on my bed... using Pippin as a pillow and gazing at my ceiling. About 2 minutes after lighting them, I started to feel as though I was being choked by acrid smoke so I opened the window. The experience didn't get any better... not only was I choking, but my room, clothes and more importantly myself stank and continue to stink like a bonfire. Problem with incense is that you can't really put it out, well not unless you get up and get water and plunge the dodgy little cone things in it... but I was too spaced out for that... It was at this point that I remembered lighting some when I was about 12 and having my parents shriek like hyenas that what was that burning smell. Clearly they thought I was burning the house down. I never tried incense again after that... until now... I doubt I will try it again until hmmm, until I forget again! |
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