Half of my nail is painted an outrageous shade of red and I remember some guy telling me somewhere that red was the sexiest colour in nail polish.

Irrelevant such memories have been jumping to mind all day, uncalled for but undeniable.

But I'm too spaced to recall them, my head is empty except for the sound excerpt of my voice playing on repeat - "Do you have a flybuys card?"

Tomorrow marks the start of a glorious week off; or at least the sleeping part is likely to be glorious and the rest of the time will be spent being gnawed at by the same old crud.

I'm so prediculous.

But maybe we'll get lucky and my head will just fall off.

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