An advert has just come on the television for an air-freshener that, apparently, detects movements.
I wish somebody would put one of those in the toilets where I work. There always seem to be plenty of 'movements' in there which would warrant its use.
Who knows? This may even be the start of something.
I doubt it, mind.
To be honest, I'm just feeling far too wasted to do anything clever right now, and — since I'm home alone — I thought I'd be a bit pathetic and indulge you all in some more of my irreverent drivel.
Being the nice, generous and generally wonderful person that I am, I have just returned home after putting myself out of my way for a couple of hours and allowing people to practice Swedish massage on me.
This is, obviously, a great thing.
Not so great, however, is the fact that — due to being subjected to three different massages — I am now covered in not only massage oil, but also massage cream and talc as well.
I'm now concerned about letting the house get too warm, for fear I end up the filling in some sort of strange massage media pancake.
Too busy, sorry. And have been for a fair while now.
I'll be back when I've got more free time than sense again.
In the meantime, might I recommend that you read a book or watch a movie? Or — dare I say it — try getting out more? I understand there they have such wonderful things as grass and squirrels and caribou in the great outdoors. Why not go and see what sorts of exciting adventures they're having?
And — who knows — if you take some Post-it* notes, you could even post a comment or two.
* Other brands of re-positional notes are available.
