Hear that dull thumping...?

That was my head rattling off the desk today, (a) because I was so tired I almost passed out, 3 cans of red bull done fuck all and (b) yet more evidence that the gene pool in Renfrew needs to be seriously widened.

L(ecturer): Can anyone here explain rationalization?

Now I'm trying not to be known as the gobby shite from row 2, so stayed silent in the hope someone else would get it, and lo, a peer piped up..."Is it like, when like, you try to rationally think things in your head, so that, like, rationally it makes a rational amount of sense?"

I don't think I was the only person that found this more confusing than listening to a broadcast by George Bush (who by the way has come up with some right corkers since the chief script writer has left the white house, so tune in folks, it's all good) as the silence in the class was deafening.

L: NO!

In other news today has been a horrible day. Came home to discover after doing some general tidying and cooking dinner, that husband would be late home. Again. So decided to go for a wee nap as was quite tired. Then discovered that dog had been sick on bed. Great. I think she'd been eating poo. God knows how. Or when.

Stripped duvet. Binned duvet as had soaked through that. Binned the sheet. Then stripped the mattress as, yup you guessed it, soaked through that.

So now I need a new duvet. I can't kip on couch because bastardo is hoggin the couch watching stupid football.

Oh and I have an allergy. I'm itching all over. I'm all red and blotchy. I'm bathing in calamine lotion and one step away from taping oven mitts around my hands to stop the scratching, but I know I would just writhe on the floor in an attempt to friction burn the frickin' rash off.

Also there is a police chopper shining a light in our window. Not just ours they are canvassing the street for undesireables no doubt but its unsettling because I'm in my jammies.

So today I am grumpy, itchy and tired. All in all, not a good day.