Self-talk at 9 pm

I was having a conversation with myself this evening. It went something like this:

"I can't see how to make the bloody ceiling span the distance! hySPAN can go 8 m over a single span but the room's a bloody 8.8..."


Children, dog and school are the three things that are keeping my swearing ability top notch at the moment.

At least there isn't a landlord to swear at any more, I pep-talk - myself - but then I continue leafing through the bloody standards and BRANZ bulletins and product specifications and I'd like to go grab someone's neck and squeeze, real hard, because...

Well, schoolwork. Grrrgh!

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