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Jan. 27th, 2005 04:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnySo today's been kind of an odd day.
I woke up this morning because it was getting increasingly difficult to breathe. I wriggled out from under my bedclothes, which was probably for the best, or I could have been stuck under there all day. The smaller you get, the bigger the space under the duvet is, it's true, but it's difficult to get out from underneath it when it's too heavy to lift and there're no spaces. I'm not much of a one for air circulation under the covers, considering how cold it is in the flat, so I would have been stuck.
I leapt off the bed; it would appear that the smaller you are the lighter you fall, which is for the best because a couple of little broken legs would have been distinctly unhelpful. It's hard enough navigating in this state as it is. It took me about three hours just to get downstairs, and this time it was due to a reason far more valid than terminal laziness. I'm tempted to slide down the bottom of the bannisters, next time, but I worry about carpet burn when you've not really got all that much skin to lose.
On the upside, I ate a hill of beans. It's one of those satisfying things that everyone should do in life. I'm tempted to attempt construction of a mountain of ice cream, but I'm not really behind the idea of dying of exposure on your dessert. It's one of those deaths you'd never quite want to admit to in the afterlife.
A long time ago my friend made me a little mini-me, the reason I was known as voodoo child in Fresher's week. I stole her little trousers, fastening them with a piece of string that was originally a part of a party popper, as far as I can work out. Her top, unfortunately, was sewn onto her, and I'm not quite desperate enough for clothing to risk eviscerating myself by proxy. I asked Bigger to cut a finger off one of her mum's gloves for me, and made holes for the arms, so I ended up with a rather attractive purple chenille top. Finger sized, but fashion conscious, that's me.
At any rate, this is exhausting. I'm gonna stop hopping about on the keyboard and see if I can persuade Bigger to pour me a glass of wine. I fancy a swim.
See y'all later!
I woke up this morning because it was getting increasingly difficult to breathe. I wriggled out from under my bedclothes, which was probably for the best, or I could have been stuck under there all day. The smaller you get, the bigger the space under the duvet is, it's true, but it's difficult to get out from underneath it when it's too heavy to lift and there're no spaces. I'm not much of a one for air circulation under the covers, considering how cold it is in the flat, so I would have been stuck.
I leapt off the bed; it would appear that the smaller you are the lighter you fall, which is for the best because a couple of little broken legs would have been distinctly unhelpful. It's hard enough navigating in this state as it is. It took me about three hours just to get downstairs, and this time it was due to a reason far more valid than terminal laziness. I'm tempted to slide down the bottom of the bannisters, next time, but I worry about carpet burn when you've not really got all that much skin to lose.
On the upside, I ate a hill of beans. It's one of those satisfying things that everyone should do in life. I'm tempted to attempt construction of a mountain of ice cream, but I'm not really behind the idea of dying of exposure on your dessert. It's one of those deaths you'd never quite want to admit to in the afterlife.
A long time ago my friend made me a little mini-me, the reason I was known as voodoo child in Fresher's week. I stole her little trousers, fastening them with a piece of string that was originally a part of a party popper, as far as I can work out. Her top, unfortunately, was sewn onto her, and I'm not quite desperate enough for clothing to risk eviscerating myself by proxy. I asked Bigger to cut a finger off one of her mum's gloves for me, and made holes for the arms, so I ended up with a rather attractive purple chenille top. Finger sized, but fashion conscious, that's me.
At any rate, this is exhausting. I'm gonna stop hopping about on the keyboard and see if I can persuade Bigger to pour me a glass of wine. I fancy a swim.
See y'all later!
