I want to sue the person that invented lactic acid.
The adrenalin rush and euphoria from Tuesday’s big thing wore off with a big disappointing thud Wednesday morning when I fell out of bed. I am still aching all over because I forgot to stretch out last night. I am a plank. When I walk, my left leg wants to step the same time I tell my right to. I am no longer Suppaman today. I will fall off buildings if I try to shoot spiderwebthingies from my wrists.
Tueday night, I was introduced to someone’s stuffed toy pig called Hamsup, while our cars were alongside each other at a junction. I wanted to show her my Qoo doll (OMG so cute, blue colour cat, two eyes, one mouth, one ear), but someone nicked it from my car some time ago. Give it back. I bought a carton of Coke for that.
Hamsup and his owner will be leaving next week, and I shall miss them. Meantime, we’ve been whiling away the little time left going for food, cogitating on matters of utmost import, such as whether you should still go for a job interview if you know you’re not gonna be taking the job, and swapping soft toy stories.
My friend E convocated/commenced Wednesday arvo. Her third degree. It’s her hobby. She collects degrees. I haven’t called to congratulate her yet cos it’s becoming too routine. I think I shall buy her a bowl of pig liver mee sua with some of the money I won Tuesday.
It’s Thursday, there’s work. Then Friday, there’s work. Friday there’s also dinner with ST, though hopefully not with her mum again. ST likes chawan mushi. Maybe we’ll go Jap.
ST likes curdy stuff.