hey Was assaulted this morning at 07h00. It was quiet, pretty light outside. I stumbled to the kitchen to make coffee since my sister - who normally is up first and makes us all coffee - is on spring break. The perks of being a school teacher, hey? The kettle - on. The cups - ready. The cat - hungry; yowling for food. The milk - out, chilling on the counter. The sugarbowl - empty; I need two heaped teaspoons in my coffee (as well as an almost equivalent amount of coffee in my coffee). Me - bleary eyes, half-blind without my glasses on, floppy hair, cotton boxers. The sugar - in the cupboard. The cupboard - closed. I opened the cupboard. I got the sugar.. I opened the sugar. I poured it into the sugarbowl. I closed the sugar. I put it back into the cupboard. I closed the cupboard. I wondered. I re-opened the cupboard. I retrieved the sugar. I scaneed it - no sign of you-know-who. Then I made the mistake of looking on the back. That little bastard was biding his time, waiting for me. Same story - "I'm Huley the sugarbowl. But I'm no ordinary sugarbowl because I know a lot about sugar." I appreciate that the mascot of a product has to be related to the product, or at least prattle on at length about the product. But seriously, people - get a grip already. That's what I told myself as I stuffed the packet back into the cupboard, pulse racing, and slammed the door shut. What I should have done - and what I might do tonight, before this fascination becomes something unhealthy - is used some scissors, or even better, my bare hands, to tear him off the side of the packet and burn him in the toaster. In other news, formally resigned form Virgin last night. 30 days to go as of today. I sent them an expectionally snotty, sarcastic and downright accusatory letter. Can't imagine they'll get back to me on it; but I hope they do... Fuckers. yay yay it's Friday! -^^^D^^^-