It's Pancake Day, which means it's Lent tomorrow, which seems like a good time to not only give up cherry coke, but also to make sort of resolutions about doing things. And I need the help of you, my beloved bloglings, if I'm going to succeed.
See, I was on holiday last week and had lots of fun, but I came back on Sunday night and wasn't able to click straight in to my resolution about being useful and productive yesterday. Whenever I'm working, I want to be free to do stuff, but whenever I'm not, I miss the big paycheques in my bank account and want to be working again. I've come to the conclusion I'm one of those people who's never happy.
Also, cherry coke is really really addictive. People in the 30th century are going to understand this and look back on this blog and say ahh, poor Zoomy, nobody understood and they thought it was just funny. But I'm just going to have to go cold turkey until they invent cherry coke patches I can wear on my arm. Maybe I can buy supermarket brand cola flavour drink instead and gradually transition to drinking other things?
Okay, so every day, starting tomorrow, I'm going to tell you what useful and maybe money-making thing I've done. And if I don't, any day from now until Easter (when I'll celebrate Christ's glorious resurrection by staying in bed and doing nothing), you have to send me rude and abusive messages.
I should take Sundays off, shouldn't I? Did you know Lent isn't forty days long, it's forty-seven, because Sundays don't count? I didn't know that until I looked it up. I don't think Jesus took Sundays or Saturdays off, did he?
Also, this is blog entry number 1976, it seems. So let's celebrate my birth too, in the year 1976. I spent the famously hot summer gently simmering in my mother's womb, which is probably why I'm so weird, and was born in October to the tune of "Mississippi" by Pussycat. Or at least that was number one, I don't remember ever hearing the song in my life. It's not very good. But did you know that if you type Pussycat into an internet forum with an American swear-word-filter, it censors the first half? Anyway, that's all I know about 1976.