Spacial Awareness Failure. (A.K.A SAF)

She shoulder barges a lamp post.

The friend turns around and jokingly shouts at the post, "Watch where you're going!"

She sees another lamp post approach.
She says, "I've got my eye on you."

The pair dissolve into hysterical fits of laughter and tears.

Classic case of SAF.

The tale of the orange juice that never was.

There is a sister on my bed,
she's pretending to be dead,
she's acting like she is sad,
but in fact she's really mad,
she just wants some juice,
but no-one will let her loose
in the kitchen.

THUNDER

Damn my thighs.

Thighs: 2
Jeans: 0

Per toccare il soffitto con il dito dovete saltare molto in alto.

Italian word of the day:

saltare

to jump

The Waiting Game

It's a Wednesday.

I'm still in bed.

I'm fully awake.

And I'm waiting.

Until it is midnight.

Which is about in 12 hours.

Because by then. By then. I'm hoping that my results will be online. Ready for the viewing. Three years and I suppose in a way it boils down to this. So let's see how that goes.

So here I am. Waiting.