Broken Pearls

I woke up unprepared for you dear internets. Usually I write in the evenings but I stayed in bed doing Sudoku puzzles last night. I just woke up and there’s nothing to tell you. My thoughts seem a broken strand of pearls; each is nice when on a coherent string but really just quite silly when rolling across the floor it's own.

Pearl: I dreamt I was robbed by the notorious “splint on the arm, karate chop bandit”.

Pearl: My bathtub has a broken cold water feed and so I fill the tub at 8:00 with hot water and at 10:00ish it’s cooled enough to bathe. The parts are on order.

Pearl: I saw Mrs. Henderson Presents and in it, I saw Bob Hoskins penis and a few others too. We were the youngest people there by 30 years and I complained I couldn’t hear it and Dan got up to pee 3 times.

Pearl: Ella likes to walk around in her big giant tent tube like Mummenschanz she calls it her “dinosaur back”. The wild dinosaur back was illusive but finally captured on film on Friday.