Also talking to myself, singing along to the iPod rather loudly, being paranoid about the ducks and being terrified of the Barrel of Doom.
I will not leave you all hanging and instead will give a blow by blow account of my morning.
First you should be aware that I haven't slept, I know this is a shocking and deeply surprising occurrence that is incredibly rare, as such I brought a can of Kaboom on my way.
As most of you will be now be aware when sleep deprived on caffeine I tend toward insanity and that was certainly true today.
I was by myself and yet managed to have several deep and meaningful conversations, I also referred to myself in plural several times, I think the only thing we should all be glad about is the fact that I was obviously quietly talking to myself or else there would be several mentally scarred children.
Me and Myself enjoyed an invigorating walk taking several pictures of the many things that fascinated us (there I go using plural for my single self) there were trees and leaves and flowers and BUNNIES!
Of course the stupid fancy new phone decided that it's battery was going to die despite the fact that I needed the phone to be working so I could receive B-Dizzles message for when it was safe to come home and unfortunately none of us are well versed in smoke signals so that wasn't an option.
Cursing my phone I went to the playground part of the Esplanade and proceeded to swing away my problems. Things I learnt are 1) you can't sing and swing if you want to be able to breath properly, 2) always choose the right swing my sit testing first, 3) Swing meditation is the best, just swing and be, everything else just sort of fades out. After a while I got tired of swinging not mentally but physically swinging is hard work so I went and jumped on the trampoline for a bit, then I lied down on the trampoline to cloud watch but there were no clouds so I went back to the swing.
I was a bored of the swing by then so I thought I'd have a try in what have since been dubbed the Barrel of Doom, I'd seen little kids play in them before and I figured you know... how hard can it be? A stupid question. Very, is the answer. So for those who don't know the Barrel of Doom is like the prelude to a treadmill, you walk and the barrel rolls. What you may not know is that as you walk it gets faster. And you fall over. And it keeps going leading to you going up and sliding down and laughing like an idiot while simultaneously swearing at the pain in your butt and your wrist where you fell. Now a normal person would think ok I've been defeated by the Barrel of Doom I'm gonna stop. I didn't. I tried again. It went slightly better though I was was very discombobulated afterwards.
Then I decided to walk around a little more and have a look in the gardens. On my way there I came across a gathering of the Duck Army. Now many people say that I have a very irrational paranoia in regards to ducks, you know what I say to that? It's not paranoia if they really are plotting to overthrow the human regime and begin what I have coined as 'The Duckpocalypse'. Behind enemy lines, surrounded by their hellish armies, I made what may have been my last message warning mankind (and Pillow who mocks my perfectly rational suspicion) of the amassing duck army. They were every where, watching, plotting, quacking.
Thankfully I escaped with my life and proceeded to look at various pretty flowers. I took pictures of some and then my phone gave up the ghost and passed on. Once more cursing the stupid thing as I still had not received the all clear from B-Dizzle I proceeded onwards in my wandering, eventually I found myself in the rose garden, wishing I had a camera because of all the pretty colours and the images I could have captured.
Eventually I headed for home, where B-Dizzle assured me that the Inspection had happened and was over.
Wasn't that exciting?
I like the Esplanade. I like sleep more. But not philosophy. Colours are pretty. My phones camera not so much.
Meh.
Currently Listening to: Kelly Clarkson- Dark side
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