Yeah nah: Failing to suppress my instinctual response of blessing anyone who sneezes with a 12,723 meter radius of me, unnerving the victim of said non-religious-but-somewhat-associated-with-a-higher-being goodwill and leaving the room of strangers unsure of whether it was an act of relatively minor religious extremism or a pathetic attempt at establishing human contact.
Nah yeah Luring colleagues to my desk with chocolate-coated things that would have minimal appeal without being encased in sugary brownness, proving myself successful in a less desperate and more sly attempt to establish human contact.

Yeah nah: Saying “you go girl” to a complete stranger on the phone.

Nah yeah: Saying “you go girl” to a complete stranger on the phone.

Nah yeah: Finally correcting the flow of toilet paper from a public toilet dispenser.
Yeah nah: Realising the most satisfying achievement of my day was ensuring thin paper destined for the rears of strangers would be distributed evenly without tears. Insult to injury was the amount of time I dedicated to achieving such a useless feat.

Because I currently have nothing to put on my daily to-do lists other than “don’t get stabbed”, I’ve resolved to undertake a daily task of recording the high points and low points of my day, each day. And while I have little faith that I will maintain this for longer than one week, that rush of ecstasy that comes from ticking off an item from a list is driving my to at least do one today. I’ve even done one from yesterday for that double-tick thrill *gets goosebumps*

Sunday thoughts

Yeah nah: The instructor of my gym class finished off the session by saying “I’ve been through accreditation, so now I can do what I want.” I thought nothing of it until a Nickleback song blasted as we packed up. Oh Les Mills, what have you done?! Nah yeah: Having a stomach strong enough to withstand the influx of baked beans that had been open more than one month.

Saturday thoughts

Yeah nah: Taking two lives in my quest for a level lawn. The crunch of a snail shell echoes in the caverns of your mind and weighs on your conscience for hours.

Nah yeah: Winning a Christmas raffle from a lady called “Chook”, who addressed the attached card to “The Winner!”. I can’t help but think my ticket was drawn from the hat/barrel/tin not due to luck, but because I fit the bill of the name on the card.