Have started singing 'soft kitty' (Big Bang Theory) to my sea monkeys.
Think it is good that I am going out tonight as perhaps less reading and more human contact will end this mad behaviour.
In other news, I have been trying to learn about rugby as I will be seeing my first ever rugby game on Sunday. Have always found rugby quite strange as it seems to be a homoerotic display of fat men with no teeth wrestling in mud, yet I am now realising that it is in fact a real sport with rules. In Roman times kids used to play a game where they used to whack each other over the head with a wooden club, and the last person remaining conscious won...think rugby might be a bit like that.
In Medieval Wales, they used to play a game called 'the badger in the bag', where a person would get in a sack and people would hit it with sticks going 'what's in the bag? A badger!' - have not yet found a game which recreates this. Perhaps rounders.
Ergh rounders. I am convinced that this game was invented as a form of child abuse. There is nothing fun about running around 'bases' in the blazing heat whilst people flail madly about with a bat trying to get you 'out' with a ball. I always used to go deep field to avoid actually having to do anything, but the teacher noticed and made me 'practice long jump'. Another form of vicious punishment; if I wanted sand up my ass I'd go to the beach.
happy kitty sleepy kitty purr purr purrrrrr
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