I remember a college supervisor telling my 19-year-old self that some day my sense of humour would save me. Pretty sure I just blinked at her, as I had no idea what she meant.
I do now. Deeply. And while I'm grateful for the genuine bits of joy that glitter through each day, it's my skewed humour that I relish and which carries me through idiotic committee meetings and allows me to smile politically & politely instead of kicking stupid people's shins.
V. good thing that it's a nice long weekend ahead, full of delights and adventures.
*snort*
ReplyDeleteYes, well. Premeditated is such an ugly word. "Crime of passion" is a much nicer phrase, no planning involved at all.
Crime of passion sounds like so much work. I prefer just a mere little wave of my hand, vaporising of irritating and stupid people.
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