Over yesterday's incandescent rage. Definitely feel better, having cried a lot. Think a lot of it was just worry over Mum and stuff.
Definitely gonna change the colour scheme, all these girly-swirly colours are bugging me. Something plain, decent, tasteful and black coming up next.
Arm-pit farting: whatever happened to it? A talent I never had (oh unforgiving 80s!)- cupping one hand under your bare armpit and squirting the air out by quickly closing the other arm onto your hand, producing an amusingly flatulent noise. Arm-pit farting. My godbrother David ("The Nut-Cracker") could do it with ease- nay, with finesse. I never managed once. And yet, over 10 years later, I remembered this lost, underappreciated underarm art while in the shower today.
And I still can't do it.
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