The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
I had a silly conversation with Katy last weekend, where we were discussing how an updated version of Countdown aimed at teen-aged kids would go down:
CONSONANT!
CONSONANT!
SYMBOL!
NUMBER!
CONSONANT!
CONSONANT!
vowel, please
Presenter: Dude, what’s a vowel???
My therapist tells me that I need to work on becoming more spontaneous and stop worrying about all the bad shit that can happen in the world. I need to “feel the fear and do it anyway”. I need to accept that I can deal with consequences when they happen, if they happen instead of making a big mental mountain out of everything.
As such, I am taking the first steps in finally seeing if/how I can become independently mobile. I have sent off the paperwork to get my provisional license from the DVLA and will be booking a motorcycle driving course by the end of the month if all goes well.
Booah!
I recent IM conversation with Katy :)
(13:46:38) Rc: heyho
(13:46:44) Rc: how’s you feeling?
(13:46:53) Rc: have you had pie?
(13:47:36) Rc: how be the beastie?
(13:47:41) Rc: has he had pie?
(13:47:51) Rc: can I have pie?
(13:47:54) Rc: hmmmmmmm, pie!
(13:48:04) Rc: pie! pie! pie! pie! pie!
(13:48:17) Katy: i am currently having pie