Picture is unrelated but wtf is that a fox on the lampost?
Today started off well and good. An old man on the bus was being lovely, making little conversations and instead of taking free seats he offered them to everyone else.
Then I had a milkshake! And a doughnut! And someone left their walking stick on the table next to me so I did my good deed of the day and ran after them, cinnamon still sticking to lips.
And then everything went downhill. The post office was too busy, so I didn't have time to post my postcards, the m2 bus driver wouldn't let me on with my milkshake so I got off and waited for the M1, I felt really sick all day, had to stay 'til 5 and when I got back the school had apparently rang me and I have to go in tomorrow to sign something to get my English remarked to look for an A*. They seem to be forgetting that I have college. Well done, Biddick. Well done.
Eurgh. Damn you, life. When is the good karma for the walking stick going to hit me?