It’s Sunday.

And it’s Dannielle-asks-herself-questions-she-finds-on-the-internet-time.

Apparently, that specific time is 10.13pm – which is late for someone who has an alarm set for 5.35am.

So in order to make this as painless as possible, I’m restricting myself to just a few minutes of blatant self-indulgence. You see, I no longer have access to a bath tub, so the time I would usually have spent bathing in bicarb soda and my own literal filth will be spent metaphorically soaking in my own filth. Yes, let me cloud up the waters with my salty bodily juices and the dirt of the day. Relax and breathe deeply as you let this sweaty soup seep into your pores!

Tonight, I’m going with questions you should ask someone on a first date. Because, what with the wonders of Sunday trading, Sunday night can be date night too.

Hop on in, the water’s fine!

What really makes you laugh? There’s a video of YouTube of a person in a shark costume dancing to Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie. The video is called Shark Ira. It’s excellent.

Favourite piece of furniture? That would have to be the table my sister and I picked up at the dump when I was living in Armidale. I think it was an old school tables because it had the tidy tray shelf under the tabletop where you could keep coloured pencils/secrets. We sanded it back, painted it and made it look slightly less scummy. My favourite thing was telling any guest I had over how much it cost. Just $15, in case you were wondering.

Most detestable household chore? Removing food clumps out and bits of hair out of the sink. My long, darkish hair always looks rank after spending a few weeks down a drain and yanking it out reminds me of that scene from The Ring where Naomi Watts vomits up a lock of hair.

But, oddly enough, one of my favourite household chores is pulling my hair out of the vacuum cleaner. If I leave it to build up for a few weeks, it turns into this filthy yet impressive dreadlock. I mean, it’s gross and I don’t enjoy handling it, but it’s oddly enthralling to see just how long it gets.

Worst ice cream flavour? The worst existing ice cream flavour would have to be mint. But I can think of much worse ice cream flavours that probably don’t exist, like corned beef or big toe skin. So I guess mint isn’t that bad in comparison. It’s always good to put things in perspective, hey?

What are you looking forward to? Going to bed.