Judge Fudge
Ever have those days where everything goes really well up until a certain point, and then for no known reason everything just sort of falls apart. A day where in the morning you can do no wrong, but then in the afternoon doing a thing like stacking the dishwasher becomes as hard a task as climbing Mt Everest? Well, things have kind of gone like that for me today.
This morning was great. Everything went according to plan. I did everything I had to do, and I did it easily. I was walking around with a spring in my step, whistling some unknown tune, saying g'day to people. It really was a good morning. It's a shame that things have buggered up a bit this afternoon. I should have been at the coast by now.
The only thing that I'm really happy about achieving this afternoon is the construction of a model praying mantis. It's awesome. It stands at about 6 feet long, and probably about the same height. It's sort of skeleton model, and it's wicked. I started at the wrong end of it (the head), but I ended up triumphing over the insect. I am all that is man.
I should have been at the coast by now.
posted by Robb @ 5:36 PM
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i'd really like to see this praying mantis model, does it have blood driping from its claws, or maybe you could put a dead carcus in its mouth for the kiddies. i'm sure they would love it.
reading your post about the bird attacking you i've thought about it and come to the conclusion. the bird stomping all over you is maybe the way you feel in life. walked over, being hassled or just can't do what you want to. Now that's my impression and i'm no psychologist, but i also tend to think alot of dreams we have, bar wet ones are about some sort of fear or inadequacy we have in life.
now i had a dream the other night that freaked me out, it involved a walking massive bull like i'm talking 20 stories high, and i was trying to get away from it, at the same time i was walking around some sort of barn which reminded me of the gold coast showgrounds, and then it turned into my backyard. and the freakiest thing to get away from the bull me and someone else, i don't know who but i new someone was there, were on top of like a outdoor table which zoomed us out of the bulls reach. then i ran into my house and watched the bull walk past as i hid and that is all i can remember.
what that meant i have no idea.
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