But first I gotta clean my room, organise my books, find the meaning of life, make lunch, wash myself, make vibranium in my microwave, do my make up, teach myself to juggle, straighten my hair, make coffee, revamp my tumblr theme
Talking about learning history in primary school today and I remembered when we were doing the 1916 Easter Rising, I used to get a lot of shit during the break times for being born in England.
But when we finally got to the part when the British drove a warship down the Liffey in Dublin and shelled O'Connell Street, my teacher turned to me and asked “Well, Dominique? What do you think of that?” And eleven year old me said “well I don’t have a warship.”
So last night my hips were really sore and stiff so I took an anti-inflammatory and then waited for it to kick in before taking my sleeping tablets.
Queue actual insanity.
I don’t remember much of last night, but what I do remember is fucking weird. So, I got myself a glass of ‘rum and coke’. Only I didn’t pour out any rum, despite the fact I seriously remember pouring the rum. And then I decided it would be a fantastic idea to add a spoonful of paprika into the 'rum and coke’.
Then I got into a conversation with a guy in North Carolina about cucumbers and the cucumber who rules over Ireland, Our Supreme Overlord Cucumber, who ousted Emperor Potato so he could ban the eating of other cucumbers. He now resides over his cupboard of salad ingredients.
And then I was singing along to songs on youtube at the top of my voice.
So, anti-inflammatory meds and sleeping meds party anyone?