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Wednesday 30.1.02 | And so bagpuss gave a huge yawn, scratched his arse a lot, farted loudly and settled down to sleep after emitting an enormous, contented belch. Swyrie seems to think I should go to hell because of the above, and for the fact that the other night I did just this. I don't care if this particular piece of information didn't exactly need to be shared, I know it's reasonably rank. This adds to my current theory I am building up that I am, in general, a crap human being. Thursday 31.1.02 New depths plummeted in the kitchen last night as my first attempt at making toad-in-the-hole turned into a dish full of, well, frog-in-the-bog. Not only did it look rank, but it tasted foul (apart from the sausages, has to be said) and, well, it made me realise once again that culinary experimentation really isn't for me. Saturday 2.2.02 'My foot hurts,' says Claire last night, after having slammed said foot in a door that morning, and just before she accidentally threw her glass of water all over both her trousers and my bed. What bothers me more is what my neighbours must have thought - they must have heard her scream, me moan, her giggle loudly, and then (perhaps, if you didn't know what was going on, this would be the most dodgy bit of it all) Swyrie's hairdryer being turned on - so to speak - at full blast. Oh dear. Monday 4.2.02 Michelle and I are indeed so crap. And, for some reason, I am still laughing about it. I seem to have had a sense of urgency-failure recently: it's the UCL debating compeition in four days, and we're not even half ready - the bar for Friday night isn't booked (despite my detailing to the chairman which one it was going to be,) timetables and so forth aren't printed, and we have, as yet, no idea what all these people are going to be debating as neither of us has read a decent news-journal for about two months (please, please, Michelle, contradict me here - tell me know know what's going on in the world...) Anyway, so we're slightly in the poo, but as well as having a sense of urgency blackout, I also have a sense of guilt malfunction. For some reason, I don't give a crap.
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