It's official - I have stated to lose my mind.
Sleep deprivation will do that to you I suppose, but theis was me reaching new heights of nuttiness.
I mean, we've all done the whole 'putting the sugar tin in the fridge and the milk in the cupboard' thing, well I hope that isn't just me. But really - the other day I went to the toilet and picked up the toilet spray, lifted my arm and readied to fire a burst as deodorant at myself. Luckily I woke up from my 'episode' just in time and instead went with the sexy smelling stuff that drives the chicks wild.
Then, those that know me know that I tend to use the back of my hand as a sort of diary for important things. It will not be uncommon to find 'phone bob' and 'chicken' or 'sabc 3 - 9' all at the same time even, telling me for example to phone Bob, defrost chicken and watch the Sabc 3 tv channel at 9pm.
But the other day, at work, I wrote ‘sport’ on my hand and I to this day have no idea why. So vague. What could it have meant? So if you find my mind, can you please return it, I seem to have misplaced it.
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