one of those things that triggers spurts of weirdness in one of the managers is work with is tapioca. granted, this guy already spews sarcasm that makes me feel like grabbing a tissue paper and writing it all down, but when fueled by tapioca, i sit back in awe. now i actually got – honest to blog – friends who study starch, friends who study vegetables, and friends who study corpus back at the university. i strongly suggest you organise a threesome and do the whole einstein microscope penunu bunsen genome project thing.
tapioca. who would have known? ;)
the weekend had been a humungous circus act and while i can safely report that it is highly unlikely that my future is tied to me being a trapeze, juggler – maybe. don’t even mention valentine’s to me, man. i was at a photoshoot that was so crowded and ended so late, i am still piecing together what time i managed to get home on saturday night. i know there was tom yam involved somewhere in there too.
sunday sleep patterns totally messed up my monday. strangely early morning – by sunday’s standards – nap hours that just astronomically don’t jive in the afternoon, and then hello hello – work up to awesomely wee hours. forgot the reset my alarm clock to humanly hours on monday so it was ringing like a bastard banshee when i’m not supposed to wake up yet. i’m still shaking off the zombie auro today, but you know what? undead mode is working for me and i’ve been blissfully able to phaze in and out of upright consciousness so far and i only got a few hours more before i punch out.
i got tai chi class tonight. i’ll probably topple over when doing the crane position. oh well. i never believed that no flamingos ever fell over anyway. what? no flamingos ever fell over? serious? let my shotgun change your mind.
damn, i’m on a roll. i’m gonna go to the canteen and get me some tapioca!