Oh to be more cat-like
OK, here's something to think about: some things really get our goats up - more often than not, these are things that are done by other people and that we have no control over. However, what about those little things that, as individuals, we really get annoyed with ourselves about? Things like trying to pick up a credit card off a flat surface, or bending down and trying to pick something up off the floor, but repeatedly missing. Simple tasks that should be achieved really easily sometimes screw you up for what seems like an age. There are mental equivalents too, like having somebody's name, or a fact, or a song title on the tip of your tongue, but being unable to get it out. Annoying, isn't it?
You see, it'd be great to be a cat or a dog because they take full advantage and turn such situations into games that last them a whole lifetime (e.g. washing the end of their tails). And they probably don't have the mental capacity to recognise music so they never have to worry about losing at Beat the Intro. You can imagine them sniffing another animal's arse and thinking I know who you are, I just can't quite place it, it's on the tip of my tongue (quite literally, the dirty buggers). They don't half allow themselves to get worked up into a right old lather with a catnip sack though.
I hate the Thelwall Viaduct
That's all there is to say about that.
I hate some of the people at work much more; a few can be really ignorant and rude. The bastards.
The BBC must be the saviour of so many bored office-based workers here in the UK. More specifically, the BBC news website is absolutely brilliant and it's easy to get lost in its pages and features. In addtion, having Internet Explorer open on the BBC news website is so acceptable that it's almost written into contracts (for those people that have contracts). So, well done BBC! Of course, it be a lot different if the firewalls and IT police allowed access to porn sites.
My car had a flat tyre when I got in from work. Yet by the time I'd phoned the garage to warn them that I was bringing it down (the spare's one of those ones you can't use at speed), got changed, got the tools out of the boot, shouted at my dad and moved the car a bit so it was on the flat, it had miraculously reinflated!
Finally for today, or at least till I think of something else, a thank you to those people who can be bothered to read this crap and take the time to comment on it.
Really finally...Breathing (10.30pm)
Something odd is happening with the formatting and the line spacing has gone double. Anyway, I've realised what I'm doing wrong on the treadmill at the gym. I went tonight and I discovered that if you run with your back as straight as possible, your head up and you actually breathe in deeply, it makes the whole task a lot easier. I managed quite well and could've gone on longer only I had other infernal machines of torture to subject my poor, aged body to.
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