094 - why

so yesterday was fun...in fact joy did not cease to flow from the fountain of joyness...turns out the rugby was on at newlands last night which meant that all you die hard fans gathered in your drones and caused some of us to take one and a half hours out of the usual twenty minutes to get home...there was little disconcertedness on this here face. When i finally got home, i needed a coffee and then subsequently broke the suger bowl. Feeling tired and pretty much over it, i decided to run hot water on my feet and hands because it was so cold yesterday, i could hardly type. anyway, i sat on the bath edge feet lifted up so that the initial cold water wouldn't get to them first and turned the hot water on...so i have one of those shower handle thingys...i didn't realise the lever was up so i subsequently drenched myself in cold water...which brings me to my father. My dad says that inconvenient things happen to him all the time, in fact it's his mode of humour...and he's good at it. when bad things happen to me in succession to the point of being ridiculous i end up replaying the events in my head and retell myself the story in the fashion my father would and i tend to laugh it off.

i remember one party where we had to go dressed as anything beginning with 'P'...my dad went as a pessimist.