I am still trying to get a handle on all the chemicals that are flowing around in my brain and hard things like WORDS and SPELLING (I totally first wrote ‘chemicals that are FOLLOWING around BRIAN’ and then was all who the fuck is Brian? And then one part of my brain was all ‘oh silly’ and corrected it and the other was John Cleese asking where the foetus is going to gestate. Foetus is a funny word.
But probably not as funny as it is to me RIGHT THIS SECOND because I cannot stop giggling.
Strokes are funny things too.
Anyway… where was I?
School meeting. Yes. Lots of people all deciding on Boo’s future and pretty much MY FUCKING FUTURE just after a brain fart.
Fucking STELLAR timing universe.
I did lose the plot a couple of times and then was all ‘um, sorry about that I haven’t been well’ which I am pretty sure the psych took as code for ‘I am a teapot’ and the others that I was drunk.
To add to the sideshow I couldn’t look anyone in the eyes cause I was getting completely overwhelmed and it felt like my head was in a vice and my brain was spinning around in my head and every time I blinked I was sure that my eyes were rolling around in my head like that mad fucker in Harry Potter.
And then I kept saying ‘am I making sense?’ cause I TOTALLY made sense in my head but they were not fucking agreeing with me and seriously people I am always fucking right.
But when it was over Boo’s aide pulled me aside and with tears in her eyes told me I was brilliant and amazing and wonderful and couldn’t stop thanking me so I either DID DO A FUCKING AMAZING JOB or I just gave her a million dollars.
Which she totally deserves, but I just don’t have that kind of cash laying around at the moment.
So now I just wait for the
reviews of my performance minutes of the meeting to be emailed to me to find out what the fuck I said and whether I owe anyone any money.
I think I will use that time to wander around the house with a garbage bag and randomly throw shit out.
NOTE TO MPS: Check the bins when you get home.