I went on a road trip today. After doing some boring things like washing and making the bed, I hit the road and headed for the Illawarra region. An easy trip that followed the highway and took less that an hour soon turned into a marathon as ridiculous fog enveloped the highway and you couldn't see more that 5 meters ahead. Signs advised that drivers turn on their hazard lights to achieve maximum visibility, and instead of worrying about the fog, I became concerned about what would happen if I needed to use my blinkers. I'm good at prioritising.
When I was almost there, I realised that I wouldn't have time to eat my sandwich before I went in to the talk I was attending, so I put the container on my lap and took bites while at red lights. It was working just fine until I met with a corner that tipped the bolognaise contents under my drivers seat. Sure it was hard to clean when I arrived, but the worst part was smelling it and not being able to eat it.
When I finally made it inside (right on time,) I listened to the director of an upcoming musical describe his vision for the piece and detail the characters, and I thought that it was really great, until he said that he wouldn't be sharing any more with us, because "hashtag spoilers!!" I'm not sure he knows that real life doesn't support hashtags, but I was too afraid to say anything, as a grown man insane enough to yell that zealously, is probably capable of a comeback that is so ridiculous it might actually burn.
While watching SYTYCD, I glanced up and saw what looked like smoke floating across my light. I freaked out and started glancing around and sniffing crazily, before realising that it was steam, and that it was from the egg I had put on to boil and forgotten about. At least I can be sure that the yolk wont leak through my bag tomorrow.
I was also very passionate about putting through a particular dancer/choreographer because he had just nailed dance, until they zoomed out, and I got more than I bargained for when I saw that he was wearing very tight bike shorts. My zeal dropped quite a bit after this, but he still got though. Unfortunately, what has been seen cannot be unseen.
After receiving an odd call from guy named Jack who wanted to know my address because of the "paper" I told him that he either had the wrong number or the wrong kind of paper, and now I'm off to make the rest of my lunch, with the hope that I don't do something odd to my carrot sticks.
Xx, Little Duck
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