Friday, June 01, 2007

Howl's moving


The curse of the drinking classes has cursed me bigtime. Something involving lead tablets in the walls of a cemetary probably.


Visitors with PLANS. They looom.


Essays due. Immediately.


(New) flatmates to find. Slightly less immediately. But I fear the cupboard-opening madness.


And the bathroom tap still squirts water in wholly unexpected directions when left unsupervised.

Probably the coffee isn't helping. And I really wanted to think about that poem too.

Gotta go.


Tricky said...

Maybe if you stand in the right place, the bathroom tap will squirt you in the face, bringing refreshment and relief to the troubled spirit. You may then continue, calmly.

EvilAuntiePeril said...

That's definitely an idea, tricky. Alas, the landlord has sent round the handyman who has communicated in mime his intention to buy and fit a new drip-control mechanism.