A bit of a chill out day yesterday, call it recovery from the abuse I've put myself through the last few days. I appear to be coming down with a cold, which isn't really surprising given the sleep deprivation of the last few days, and the hectic last two weeks.
Been planning some alterations to the house as well, new floor in the bathroom is on the cards, although I'm trying to work out if I'm brave enough to tile it myself.
Recieved this by email, tickled me on a day of rediculous project news.
Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and, with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him (Oh, man, this is so bad, it's good) a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
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