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.
