We ran a big work meeting this morning, which meant catering. (I suspect one of my colleagues produces baked goods as a sort of defense mechanism.) So last night the sound of the Mars-bar-grating was heard in Chez Us. It all went down quite well.
And then I split my lip, pretty amazingly even for me. (I have Bad Habits that make bleeding from the mouth a not uncommon occurrence.)
All this adds up to feeling a little faint from having consumed nothing since breakfast but sugar and my own blood.
My life really is this exciting, by the way. I don't fake it for the cameras.
If you require emergency extraction from the longest work meeting in history, (it has been recognized by Guinness, or at least recognized while drinking Guinness) blink out the following pattern.
ReplyDelete- short, long
- short, long, short, short
- long
- short, short, short, short
- short, long
- short, long, short, short
- short, short, long
- short, short, short
- pause
- short, long, short
- long, long, long
- long, short, long, short
- long, short, long
- short, short, short
Ninja will emerge and kill anyone who has been holding the meeting up allowing you to make good your escape. Of course if you are in a sugar induced coma, please feel free to ignore the proceeding message.