...well I'm a woman...erm, second thoughts, best not to tempt fate on the world wide web, you never know who's reading your blog. *Looks up to see if a piano is dangling above her head and hopes if one ever lands on her head that it's in tune*.
Now that she's officially Death, my MC is discovering the job comes with more accessories than a Barbie doll and to make things worse, her creator (that would be me) has left her standing in a corridor with her dead twin. And she's certain that at any minute the drama teacher, Mrs De Witt, is going to leave the auditorium and drag her up onto the stage...again.She might be right...writer is dithering, or rather twittering.
Word count = poop.
Other 'this week' things: -
Fancy new furniture delivered, fancy new furniture semi-constructed by me, fancy new cabinet has not so fancy scratch - note: glass shelves mega heavy, me = non superpowers, lucky glass didn't shatter and stab other pretty new furniture in the back.
Still have Easter eggs in the house (none of which are for me). Unfortunate fact: I ate one of the eggs. Even more unfortunate fact: if I eat any more, small people will kick me in the shins and I won't be able to run because my hips will be stuck in my desk chair.
Hideous and unfortunate fact: for a moment, the above read: 'if I eat any more small people'
That is all.