yes, indeed, cos i can walk on water. not knowingly and without any doing of myself involved, but i have been walking on water for the past few weeks. where? in my room. a quick look under the floorboards today revealed a lake stretching halfway cross the house. that certainly explains a lot of things, like the green mould on half of my shoes and several other items, the damp feeling on my bed sheets, sofa throw etc and the eternal drying time for my clothes (4 days). it might just be responsible for my cold as well...

but in order. last saturday (like a week ago) i started to pack for my well deserved holiday, to discover said mould on my shoes. thinking i could somehow trick reality i fled it right there and then into the realms of frivolity and frenzy (no idea what exactly that means actually, but it sounds good and i am too lazy to consult a dictionary - even though google is just a mouseclick away. as an excuse i could claim frozen fingers though...no, oh well, just laziness then). anyway...so i spend some wonderfully relaxing time in bristol (with some added interesting bits concerning a certain person who has got more issues to sort out than i can even think of in my entire lifetime - for sure to be continued...not sure whether i wanna be around then though. confused? well, i certainly was. it's about a guy, what else). getting back to the point (honestly). the week was fantastic, nothing to do or worry about. reality hit me right on the way back. on the motorway. bristol to birmingham already took me the best part of three hours. the whole journey according to multimap should have taken 4.5 hours. i finally arrived at home after 7 and a bit and, of course, it was raining. then i spend the rest of the weekend working (now there's a surprise) and today was my first day back at college, where we did, exactly, fuck all (you will hear about similar occurences in the future).

coming home i discovered that the landlady hadn't done anything about the damp yet (one week), the workmen putting in new doors had left a mess, different workmen will return to paint the doors tomorrow, then the first ones come back to finish the doors. more mess. when i then discovered that i really now finally have to do my tax return, renew my car tax and book the car in for an mot, all by the end of the week, my mood began to sink slightly. and then we discovered the lake.

moral of the story...reality sucks. i am going to go away now in my head to some remote island (dampless) and ... oh, hang on, the phone...my boss...could i possibly work tonight...hm, no, cos i gotta pack, to move house again, and then i'm gonna be busy forming my own religion, because i can walk on water.

(one day i'm gonna post something really nice and cheerful here, i promise.)