I've got cat saliva all over my sleeve!
This is what comes of having a cat nibbling and licking at it.
Beyond that, nothing much interesting happened to-day. I really ought to have gotten a lot more work done but I felt very sluggish all day. I watched Tim putting his computer back together whilst he was watching that thing most people in this country call football but what I think of as High Idiocy.
It's disgustingly expensive and it's boring. It needs to be gotten rid of.
I spent the time, waiting for Tim to reconstruct his machine, to think of ways in which football can be improved.
For one thing, the players should have medieval weapons. The game should be played on ice, and everyone should wear hazardous, spike covered armour. The coaches should have complete rights over the players' bodies, enabling them to carry out any torture they like upon the players who've been a disappointment.
The jerseys the players wear should have remote controlled pigmentations--so that someone up in a control booth can switch any players team, right in the middle of the game. There'd be a couple safe zones that would block the radio signal.
Occasionally, the lights will begin to strobe and music shall begin to play. Any player that does not instantly drop whatever he or she is doing to begin dancing shall instantly be called "out", no matter how injured he or she is.
And of course, there'd be obstacles, to make it hard.
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