The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
I really was looking forward to visiting the chili farm and shop on the Isle of Wight. Unfortunately, it really bummed me out because almost all of the hot sauces had garlic in them. I mean, I must have looked at 30-40 different labels and couldn’t find anything that was allergy-friendly and looked appealing.
They did have a dried chili pick-n-mix, so at least I’ll be able to make my own insanity sauce.
When you see a duck sleeping in one.
Sometimes my news feed looks like facebook vomited saccharine positivity all over it.
… dear Eliza, dear Eliza…
3h meeting, no break, no coffee yet today.
Urgh
I made a stupid mistake and took two happy pills by mistake on Sunday night. I don’t remember much of what happened that night – cause, sleeping – but I’ve been feeling like crap all day today, with major f’n anxiety, borderline paranoia. I’m really not enjoying this feeling right now. Hopefully it’ll go away by itself.
2016 sucked. There’s no two ways about it. There was Ebola and Zika, bombs in Belgium and Lahore, Syrian refugees drowning all over the place, kids living alone in slums in Calais, 14 (!) school shootings in the US, Brexit, Nigel, Boris, Theresa, Pulse shootings, Kim Davis, Trump… the list unfortunately goes on.
For the idiots we kept, we lost David Bowie, Alan Rickman, Terry Wogan, Harper Lee, Paul Daniels, Ronnie Corbett, Prince, Morley Safer, Muhammad Ali, Gordie Howe, Anton Yelchin, Jerry Doyle, Kenny Baker, Toots Thielemans, Gene Wilder, Neville Marriner, Leonard Cohen, and many more.
On a personal note, while there were some good moments, Katy and I found 2016 hard as a couple. Until I changed groups, work was toxic.
So, with firm conviction, I say fuck you 2016, and we can only hope 2017 will be better.
2016 sucked sweaty donky balls.