Whiskers on kittens

Officially finished Studying the Knowledge yesterday...there goes the most ambivalent motherfuckin law degree ever completed. I only really started that shit as some kind of elaborate joke, but the moment I enrolled it was like I'd accidentally boarded one of those really long moving walkways at the airport which was going in totally the wrong direction, and I wanted to get off like straight away but there were all these dudes me hustling me forward and so was just trapped there until the end of the ride, only the ride took like 6 million years. I have always had a fucking shit sense of direction; next time I will TAKE A FUCKING MAP OF THE AIRPORT. Maybe I will just take the fucking train. Or a boat. I am really fond of boats. I mean what was I doing at the airport anyhow, I SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THE FUCKING BOAT TO BEGIN WITH.

Anyhow, so handed the thesis in, have not stopped internal fireworks of celebration since. My inner world looks pretty much like the sky above the Eiffel Tower on new years eve, only heaps more festive than that. Its like I am bathing in a giant martini glass full of good vibes/party drugs/circus performers, like if my emotional state were a TV show it would be called "DIAGNOSIS: AWESOME".

I am so happy that I spent today cleaning the house, and ENJOYED IT. I didn't so much enjoy getting Ajax Exit Mould in my eye, that will not feature on Top 10 Memories of 5 September 2006. Still, I was pretty tough, I just splashed some water around, took out my contact lens and continued destroying the dense forest of various rare moulds/funghi that The Dude and I have been cultivating in the bathroom as some kind of beautiful homage to Mother Nature. Later on The Dude read the back of the AJax packet which goes "IF YOU GET THIS SHIT IN YOUR EYE YOU WILL PROBABLY GO BLIND AND/OR DIE, GO TO HOSPITAL YOU CLUMSY FUCKING MORON", and insisted I went to The Doctor. Man I hate The Doctor; least this one didn't poke me with needles/question me regarding my drinking habit etc, he just examined my eyeball and told me to fuck off. So basically, diagnosis: not blind and/or dead, i.e. AWESOME.

xoxo nora