... blong?

What I don't get is why it's Sunday. Sunday means it's the end of half-term, and I have to go back to school to face my Mock AS's tomorrow. Which I haven't revised for and for which I'm going to have to improvise.

If it was Thursday, I would have a chance to revise a bit, and maybe shift my grades up a few notches. I'd have the weekend to look forward to. I could go and get wasted. Or stay in and go to sleep for the entire weekend. Or dance naked through the streets shouting "Hallejulah". I would be happy. I would have choices; opportunities; ramifications. Three more days of my life.

Whoever designed the 7-day week is a bit of a bastard.

Anyway, today I discovered a FACT. Not a FACE, or a FURBY, but a FACT:

To turn my shower on, you can follow one of two paths. You can either rub it, make sex noises and hope it gets aroused. Or (the sensible choice), you can pull the cord then twist the handle thing. Today I forgot to pull the cord, and found out that the shower still works. Only problem is, the water isn't heated.

That is my fact.

Try not to do the same.

And song of the decade is now "Oo-de-lally" out of Disney's Robin Hood. You know, the one with the foxes.