So I was thnking about things yesterday. Such as:-
How you can be lying in bed in the middle of the night, and all of a sudden you hear a cow mooing. Or sometimes a foghorn. And there's not a pasture or a river within cooee.
How yesterday I met a girl called April who was 19. And she turned 19 on the 19th of April.
How it seems to be impossible to cut up a hot bbq chicken without eating most of the skin and stuffing and the wings as well. And then at dinner time everyone says it must have been a small chicken. Practically a quail I say.
And how nobody here seems to be talking about Lost this week. Thats two weeks. Now I know you had a recount last week but what about this week. We've just had normal programming but I can't imagine we're allowed to get in front of you. But I'd better not say anything like – OMG thank christ Jacks annoying son is dead because his hair was really annoying me, just in case.
p.s. Jacks boofy haired boy is not dead – but I didn't want to say who really was dead. I'll just say it was a Titanic kind of moment. That way you can tell me if we're even with you guys or not and how many more episodes I have to endure.