I have to tell you, for a while there I was certain all the forces of evil were working against me. But things are now looking up, mes petits choux. My ducks are forming a row, I no longer feel the need to turn to drugs/Jerry Maguire/prostitution/primal scream therapy for help getting through the day, and somewhere in the distance instead of "Road to Nowhere" I can hear, ever so slightly, The Talking Heads' "Stay Up Late."
The only potential cloud in my I-Can-See-Clearly-Now-The-Rain-Is-Gone sky?
I couldn't sleep last night. I tried and tried. I counted sheep, I counted monkeys, I counted the number of people whose bare feet I've seen, but, alas (enter abnormality), one thing and one thing only kept popping into my head and making me giggle like An Insomniac On Crack, the phrase "There are no strangers...Only friends we haven't met." What the hell??? (allthough I suppose it ís better than that time I couldn't sleep because Donna and David from Beverly Hills, 90210 were having sex in my head.)
It might possibly, probably, definitely be the dread of failing my (last!) exam on friday... I mean, really, who knew European law is not quite as easypeasy as I had envisaged it to be (truly, it makes me want to cry and bake poison cookies to feed on after locking myself in my non-existent attic.)
It's all good though, because there's allways my plan B: Selling flowers out of a van on the side of the highway. For like...money...or beads...for like making earrings...
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Well, I'll start off by wishing you the very best of luck with Friday, I am absolutely sure that you will do fine. My goodness - Talking Heads "Road to Nowhere", not only a great song but a great video too. Oh, and I have never tried to count bare feet before when trying to fall asleep (I suppose that is because such a thought in my head is usually acompanied by the imaginary aroma of Edam cheese...not a nice thought!).
And my closing comment is about European Law - I'm not sure undrstanding the law helps so much. I think nowadays it is not so much whether you are guilty or not, but more so how much money you bribe the Judge with.
Darn, I think I have been living in England for too long.
Good luck once again, my fingers are crossed for you (anywayz, selling flowers isn't that bad....is it?) ~ Graham
First of all, I don't live in Europe and I agree completely with the "how much money" thing. Even an ocean cannot stop greed! Good to know though.
Back off the poison and stay away from the imaginary attic (it must be hot in there anyway)! I am sure you will do fine. You seem like a smart bit to me. Just keep David and Donna out of your head, get some rest and have a great breakfast. All those things they told you as a kid...really do help! Go figure!
By the way: stay the hell away from Jerry Maguire, but the primal scream does help!
Good luck with the exams. Try something mind altering rather than poison cookies. Works in history exams! Or maybe you could sell your services as a flower/bead seller to the local university. �hey kids, look what happens when you go to the pub rather than study�. I think that�s going to end up being my �career� choice�
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