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Interesting detail about me:

I can't change a tyre, but give me a phillips head screwdriver, and I can take apart, fix and put back together a thirty thousand dollar pump. And I should point out that the pump is working after my tinkering. I can fix a toilet, but I can't sew a hem straight.

I have no useful talents. Well, toilet fixing is a plus, but not something you like to brag about.

Saw IG2 at work today. I apologuised for being a complete idiot Friday night, and he asked me if I remembered falling asleep on the kitchen floor while he cleaned up. I did not. And so I apologuised again, and told him about the time I fell asleep on a dancefloor at a nightclub in the middle of a song. We really didn't chat, and I didn't lick his ear like I thought about. I may have breathed deeply when he was around and enjoyed his aroma immensely but I'll deny that on a stack of bibles. I don't mind going to hell for a good smelling boy

I have a new nickname at work - thanks to that girl giving my nipple a tickle, they now call me Elmo. As in tickle-me-Elmo. I don't mind being called Elmo - I've had worse names than that.

And that's about it. i'm in a bit of a funk today - I burst into tears 4 times at work and I don't know why. And by bursting into tears I mean the kind of crying when you have to told hold onto your knees and you can't breathe, your heart physically aches and you're mostly crying so hard people just run from the room instead of asking you whats wrong. That kind of crying. This happens to me every year about this time, and lasts a month or so. It's coming into spring, so I can't imagine it's that S.A.D the media goes on about sometimes. It's very weird.