Please FOAD. Seriously.
Suddenly my suitcase has shrunk. Or is some kind of inverse Tardis. Then literally my clothes leap out of it and attack me.
Coathangers suddenly have a peverse desire to hang on every crease in my clothing rather than get in the suitcase.
Striding into the shower, the shower door swings end on at just the wrong moment having been open for some minutes. Much pain and swearing.
I literally sat on the bed afraid to leave the room.
I just spent 10 minutes trying to update a single cell in a spreadsheet. The laptop decided to take a short holiday, then change the data type of the cell, then another holiday.
What's up with today?
Suddenly my suitcase has shrunk. Or is some kind of inverse Tardis. Then literally my clothes leap out of it and attack me.
Coathangers suddenly have a peverse desire to hang on every crease in my clothing rather than get in the suitcase.
Striding into the shower, the shower door swings end on at just the wrong moment having been open for some minutes. Much pain and swearing.
I literally sat on the bed afraid to leave the room.
I just spent 10 minutes trying to update a single cell in a spreadsheet. The laptop decided to take a short holiday, then change the data type of the cell, then another holiday.
What's up with today?
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