MOOD

I was in a really bad mood this morning, telling inanimate objects to fuck right off if they touched me. The iron Adam's bike and a chair faced my wrath. I asked Janit why I was so moody - she said "mice" - I don't know what to make of that. On my way to work I remembered that yesterday I saw a bloke on a mountain bike do a really graceful bunny hop over a little central reservation. I was so jealous I did a little bit of sick in my mouth. So today I was doing feeble 2cm bunny hops all the way to work. I felt a bit like Simon Peg from Spaced on his skateboard in the park but this has now become too important to me to be deterred by anything so trivial as retaining dignity.