Thursday, July 10, 2003

The twiglet zone!

(For non-UK readers, "Twiglets" are a long, thin pretzel, most notable for tasting of sawdust and repelling the Undead.)


The last 12 hours or so have been strange. After sweltering my way through a long day in an un-airconditioned office, I headed to Sonic with Kris. Last time I ate at Sonic I was really sick - so this time I avoided anything cheese-like, and survived! Pancake on a stick is definitely an oddity - take a regular sausage, wrap pancake around it, and deep-fry; the result is then dipped in syrup. Whacky, but tasty.


After Sonic, we headed to Wal-Mart, bought some acrylic paint, and headed out to John's house to paint Warhammer figures. On the way, the Red Peril (Kris' cellphone) goes off - and Eric "Gustav" Johnson is on the line! He went missing three years ago, and had been successfully avoiding every effort at finding him - and now he's back in circulation, and on his way to CoMo! So, we sat down and painted figures - my Dark Angels don't suck quite as much as they could, but they are definitely testament to my failing eyesight. Ah well, at least they look angry! Kris did a really nice job on most of her Dark Eldar. Towards the end of the evening, she went off to find Gustav, and I went to bed.


Sleep was very poor: Boda the Hamster was at her noisiest, knocking stuff over, dancing, making her wheel squeak, etc. - definitely enough to keep me awake! On top of that, I never sleep well with strange people in the appartment; for some reason, my system just won't rest until the second or third time someone has slept over.


Around 8 this morning, my Mother called my cellphone to let me know that the Twiglet Zone has now encompassed Glasgow - or at least the Student Loans Company. Everyone's least favourite quango has apparently completely forgotten that I have an address (to which they have written many times, and from which I have responded many times!), and instead decided to send mail to my mother - even though noone ever gave them her name, let alone her address! For some reason, they are sending me a collection letter - even though I filled in my deferral forms, etc. Wankers. I'll call them later today.
Mood: confused
Music: Incubus Succubus - Pagan Born

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