skyrats

After feeling rank all day yesterday for no real reason I decided that it would be good to get out of the house and go for lunch with some friends so that I wasn't sitting around dwelling on nothing. We ate very nice sandwiches on a little square on Tottenham Court Road.... I had chorizo, sundried tomatos and mozzarella which was good. Then a skyrat shat on my head. Bastard skyrat!!!! For anyone who has seen my hair you will know how much of it there is and this was a HUGE skyrat shit. I made Fay give me her scarf that she was going to use as an accessory for her casting and she attempted to remove the offending material but it was all over my hair.... therefore my foul mood has not been alleviated (despite assurances that it is meant to be good luck) and I am considering heading down to trafalger square to feed some skyrats rice and refresher bars.

Reading in this mood is impossible and I've read the same four pages of 1000 Plateaus 5 times without taking any of it in. I shall probably say little at upcoming reading group but may appear with a necklace of skyrat skulls draped about my neck.

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