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Sep. 28th, 2006 01:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shapeofthingsI am not having a good day. A day that started with being awoken by a dozen crows up a gum tree at 5:30am. Crows were dispatched with a whacking stick and sleep resumed, leading me to hope that the day’s remainder may be kinder to me. Silly me.
Upon my arrival I proceeded to brew my regular pre-work cup of tea, whence I received a minor laceration from the spout of the water boiler. Bugger. My fortunes remained similarly bleak at lunch time. I was preparing myself a delicious morsel of pesto and tinned salmon on grain bread, however on spreading the pesto I noticed an unusual white glob amidst the green. A sniff test confirmed my suspicious: the pesto was past-o, and now so was my bread.
Undaunted, I relocated my failed sandwich to the bin and instead determined to place the flavoursome salmon upon the crackers my desk-drawer contained. Whilst this decision did prove a gourmet delight, it also led directly – via my gammy finger – to said salmon decoratively festooning both my keyboard and my fine self. Class.
Removal of said salmon from my person proved suitably successful. The keyboard, however, is a different matter and the charming odour of tinned seafood lingers over my workspace, providing a gently fragrant atmosphere reminiscent of a cattery.
Still not quite satiated through my lunch-time endeavours I decided henceforth to abstain from finger food and made myself a cup of soup, only to discover that there was, indeed, no spoon.*
Edit: 4:30pm, time to make a cup of coffee and slide into the afternoon groove. Somehow, and I'm really not sure how, the plunger starts to tumble, then *smash* it's in pieces on the countertop and once more I'm bleeding. Perhaps I should slide under my desk until this day is done...
*or at least not my personal teaspoon, which appears to have grown walks and legged away.
Upon my arrival I proceeded to brew my regular pre-work cup of tea, whence I received a minor laceration from the spout of the water boiler. Bugger. My fortunes remained similarly bleak at lunch time. I was preparing myself a delicious morsel of pesto and tinned salmon on grain bread, however on spreading the pesto I noticed an unusual white glob amidst the green. A sniff test confirmed my suspicious: the pesto was past-o, and now so was my bread.
Undaunted, I relocated my failed sandwich to the bin and instead determined to place the flavoursome salmon upon the crackers my desk-drawer contained. Whilst this decision did prove a gourmet delight, it also led directly – via my gammy finger – to said salmon decoratively festooning both my keyboard and my fine self. Class.
Removal of said salmon from my person proved suitably successful. The keyboard, however, is a different matter and the charming odour of tinned seafood lingers over my workspace, providing a gently fragrant atmosphere reminiscent of a cattery.
Still not quite satiated through my lunch-time endeavours I decided henceforth to abstain from finger food and made myself a cup of soup, only to discover that there was, indeed, no spoon.*
Edit: 4:30pm, time to make a cup of coffee and slide into the afternoon groove. Somehow, and I'm really not sure how, the plunger starts to tumble, then *smash* it's in pieces on the countertop and once more I'm bleeding. Perhaps I should slide under my desk until this day is done...
*or at least not my personal teaspoon, which appears to have grown walks and legged away.
