Today I got up at 7am, thought about a cup of tea and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Then I had a shower. Then I thought about going to work, but instead decided to have a cup of tea. There was no milk, because I was slack and hadn't brought any. And chunky milk doesn't go well in tea, so there was no milk.
I decided to walk to work, because it didn't look like it'd rain.
I walked 30 metres from my house, it started to rain on me. "Fuck It" I thought, and kept walking. 5 minutes later it stopped raining. This my friends is the power of positive thinking.
I got to work. All hell broke loose and proceeded to do so for most of the rest of the day.
I walked home. I went via the supermarket where I brought lettace and tasty stuff to make salad.
I got home, made salad. The salad was tasty, as was the tuna I had with it.
I remembered I had to call my mother. I called my mother. She's well. I'm well. We're all well. Geraldine is well. That's good. We're all well and happy.
11pm, I thought I'd write this. Now I know I'm going to bed.
Tim
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