I began my day quite normally, watching the Channel [V] top 40 countdown. The top two songs have been a little stressful for me lately, as #2 (trumpets) causes me to dance around my flat like spastic, and #1 is 'Happy' by Pharell Williams. I can't stand that song. I turned the sound off so that I didn't have to suffer through it again, and noticed that Pharell's extreme animation resembled a frantic game of charades. I amused myself by playing along for a minute, but after; "toilet....no, no, big toilet..." I realised that I should probably stop.
I then went for a drive, which led to a full few minutes of confusion and panic as a set of traffic lights with a turning lane and turning indicators tried (through numerous signs) to tell me that there was no right turn. Luckily the arrow eventually went green, or I would probably still be sitting there. After this stressful experience, I returned home and made myself a therapeutic cheese toastie, and managed to dribble the cheese all down the front of my white shirt.
I think that being new to the city has caused my friends and I to be a little trigger happy when it comes to identifying people likely to assault us. As we walked to a restaurant for dinner, a man behind us kept calling out, and followed us down the street, and when he started running after us, we refused to turn around and acknowledge him. It turns out that he was trying to return a Jacket that one of us had dropped. Oops. Add to that the Pavlova I nearly threw at a man yesterday, and an incident on the train on the way home tonight, and I think that men should avoid me completely. I was almost home, and yawned. I didn't think anyone was looking, and so it was not a pretty yawn, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw man walking up to take a seat across the aisle from me. He promptly turned around, sat right at the other end of the carriage and looked at me nervously. I think that he thinks I hissed at him. Again, oops.
Xx, Little Duck
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