Saturday, February 26, 2005
Hamsters
3 minutes on the hamster wheel today in the gym, and the usual boredom set in. Marilyn Manson cranked up, emotion:anger spewing without flood gates, and then I remembered I left a tenner on the dashboard of the car outside. RUN RUN RUN to get it back before some piikee smashes the window for it. And then queue up again for a turn on the hamster wheel. Dammit. A newfound respect for those furry animals that dedicate so much of their life training with the aid of such a monotonous machine.
Got home to pressure - RV's friends were in, and I so had to cook for 4 girls. This was scary, because:
a. i could not make MAN food
b. i cooked 10 times as much, as girls don't really eat. Just sniff, twiddle, and ask "oh wow, so how did you make that?"
c. i cooked pig for a muslim
Part c. of course, was the pièce de résistance. A quick chick pea wotsit rendered food for all.
