A Wholesome Day

Yesterday I went to work on the bus like a normal person because it was too wet for even me to take my life in my hands (or rather put it in the hands - and feet - of motorists) and cycle like I usually do. I sat beside another normal person and tried not to look like I don't ride the bus all the time. I think I pulled it off, but Quasi-Mojo stuck right out because he kept saying things like "My God I can't breath in here, these people are probably contagious" while pulling extra-hard on his cigarette like it would filter the air or something. He also rang the bell rythmically to keep himself calm - which I believe is not in keeping with usual bus-etiquette. Laughing is also against bus ettiquette I noticed. The person next to me was listening to a radio show that was in danger of making him laugh and he was suppressing it for all he was worth shaking in his seat, looking out the window trying to hold his breath, squeezing his lips together. Sad thing is - for all that effort - I could still tell he was laughing! Still it was better than my last trip on the bus with the famous "conrazulations" incident.

Anyway, I had, as I suggest from my title, quite a wholesome day: perhaps the most wholesome in recent history. I did a good day's work and then went straight to the gym to play squash. I went home to find my dinner in the oven (I love my mommy) and spent the rest of the evening reading the Irish Times and a book about the Law of Tort, before retiring to bed at a reasonable hour.

My day did not include any drinking, any watching of television, any eating of sweets, any random text-messaging, any regretting being single or not sleeping enough.

I hope it never happens again.