Twitch

I have one of those annoy­ing eye­lid twitch­ing thing going on.

It means someone’s think­ing of you, I’m told.

What the heow? If you’re think­ing of me, call me, email me, send me a card. Don’t make my eye­lid twitch like that! Fuck­ing irritating!

I’m also told if you get a cough­ing or sneez­ing fit, someone’s think­ing of you too. Think­ing bad thoughts or good thoughts is another thing though, I’m told. But if you cough and cough, sneeze and sneeze, then fall down and break your neck, some­one is in love with you, or something.

Mean­while, my nephew’s Christ­mas wish­list is almost as expen­sive as mine. He wants the whole Thomas & Friends train and track lay­out col­lec­tion:

Salty & Ocean Cars Three Pack

I haven’t spo­ken to Bad Luck Steve yet, and I don’t know if he’s back from Thai­land or not. Won­der what he wants for Christ­mas. Def­i­nitely not a phone, I’m sure.

Speak­ing of phones, I received one of those late night phone calls last night. Y’know, from female friend in dis­tress type of call? She wanted a place to crash, and asked if she could come over. I said sure. She said, so sorry to trou­ble you, I’ll call before com­ing over. I waited till 4am, and she never did turn up, and I only have this to say to her:

If you’re read­ing this and it’s you that’s think­ing of me and mak­ing my eye­lid twitch like that, STOP RIGHT NOW. IT’S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE!

Get­ting into the Christ­mas spirit, this cat was found stuff­ing him­self into a box at River Valley.