I'm slightly disturbed at the size of the sandwich I just ate. My lunch isn't usually a topic for discussion on my blog, but this sandwich, I assure you, most definitely is.
IT WAS HUGE - I only asked for a Ham salad sandwich with avocado, beetroot, pineapple and sprouts, and I got a veritable mountain of goodness. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, but I now feel like I might explode into a rather soggy mess of greeny pink mush. Ew.
So other than the sandwich, April is look fine and diddly dandy. The sun is shining, and there has actually been some rain - which most likely completely missed the dams. Pish. Speaking of the drought, when we hit Level 5 water restrictions, we'll be instructed to take 4 minute showers. What I wanna know is, how many 4 minute showers? Hmm?
You see, I take two showers a day as a rule. The first shower usually lasts about 5 minutes, and the second shower can last anywhere between 5 minutes and 20 minutes, depending on the tasks at hand. If I am restricted to 1 x 4 minute shower every day, I'm afraid that the population of Brisbane may see a wholly different side to Bazza. Not only will I be less able to primp and preen myself, but I'll also have to forgo either my apres wake up shower, or my apres gym shower. My routine would be SO disrupted that I think I might just DIE.
Oh lord - the consequences of this calamitous event are only just surfacing and I'm beginning to realise that I might not actually be able to live in Brisbane without turning into the hermit that my brain so desperately wants me to be... This is terrible. The years of fighting my inner vagrant will go to waste, I'll end up buying several cats, will stop paying my rent and will probably lose my job due to my appearance and lack of mental stability. This may be the end.
I'll keep you posted.
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