With everything that’s happened I forgot how boring my life actually is.
Granted, every now and then there’s the odd brush with death, exposure to DNA altering chemicals and even the occasional Christmas\Die Hard style scenario (complete with no shoes!) but apart from that it’s really rather dull being me.... Mostly
My sister tried to call me at work, which really isn’t a good idea (and am not even sure how she got the number) she almost triggered a swat incursion on a teeny British town that doesn’t even have a Tesco! (If they levelled the entire street she’d probably only care about her new curtains though.)
Also I may have “accidentally” placed her on some unfortunate watch lists, but hey, I’m sure that won’t result in any kind of inconvenience for her. (Snigger.)
Still it was a welcome distraction from the tedium that is my working day lately. I have yet to discover the correct amount of caffeine that strikes the balance of keeping me from nodding off (and drooling all over my desk) and at the same time doesn't turn me into a twitching pile of “CAN DO!” who can only communicate in bursts of high pitched, nonsensical, ramblings. (As evidenced from this entire paragraph.)
Oh, and of course there’s the on-going Katie and Michael saga which, (as thrilling as it is) has started to interfere with my day, as I am asked to deliver messages between the two of them.
Attention spies, good and bad, everywhere!
I am not your personal message service!
So bugger off and try Gmail or something!
That is all.