Had a wacky weekend. Friday 13th was slice and dice with a trip to the A + E with my neighbour as she sliced her hand open trying to cut an onion. Came home with twelve stitches. Silly woman.
Saturday I slept in, went into town, cruised the old bookshelves for old school detective/crime stories, interrupted by a phone call from Mum asking me for a favour; 'could I bring them the Waikato times and the NZ Herald as they've been in a car crash and she wants something for Jacky to read'? Ummm I ran outside, stood there for a minute, started one way towards my car, turned and started another way for the papers, then turned back towards my car, then headed somewhere for newspapers. Forgot we had lights and I had to wait on the pedestrian crossing. They are both okay, bit of bruising and sore and that but gave me the shits. Marnie - Don't freak. They are Vanilla Ice cool.
I am tired, even though I had eight hours sleep. Some fuckwit punks siphoned my flatmates truck's tank last night, so he ran out of petrol on the way to work this morning. Not a happy chappy.
Coldplay is on. Essential att.
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