"And You Will Never Inherit The Booty"

Today was... boring. English was like a big bundle of rum. No, I don't know what I mean either. After le examen, Emma, Lois and myself toddled off the le centre musical to revise Latin. Well, Lois didn't revise Latin. It would be a silly thing for her to do, as she does not do Latin. Lois was, in fact, revising le Geoggers. I sat at the piano, and looked gorgeous (as per usual) and Emma rambled off some Latin nonsense. Then my phone rang, and guess who it was? That's right, it was Kat Ball. I really should stop these Kat Ball jokes, they are getting very tired. But I can't help myself. She tried to join us, today in the cloakroom. I was all I could do to keep a straight face, for God's sake. Anyway, it was actually Oli who called. Not Gill, I mean the husband of Steve. He had something very important to tell me. He didn't know what. So he didn't tell me, but instead spent about ten minutes telling me how he was going to get mugged. Hahahahahahahahaha. I still don't know why he called me. Hmmm.

Latin was just stupid. Who can answer ridiculous questions like, "How easy was it to get divorced in the First Century AD?" or "What were the qualities that a man looked for in a wife?" and "Why did you do Latin in the first place? Are you a retard, or are you just plain stupid?" A bit of both, I think would be the correct answer for the last one.

Walking home was nice, again. I read Death of a Salesman, crashed into not one, not three, but two lamposts on the way. So to prevent more knockage, I sat myself down in Starbucks, and finished my book in piece. I mean peace. I got a lot of funny looks, as I was actually lying across the table, half asleep. Aie. So tired.

So I trundled to my home. And now I am here. Blogging. As per usual.