napolean lipgloss on to help me slide up to my deadline smoothly and instead a small green bug flies into it and is stuck there. It died. Chatting to the waiter at lunch who sat very close to the boundary but just this side of being interested in girls (just my type), just interested enough to give me hope, but just out of reach enough to make it interesting. Until i later realised that pesto on sandwhiches is an occupational health hazard for the flirtateous. He had the hair (masses of dreadlocks), eyes (2, both nice), accent trifector. Noice. very noice. At least I only had pestocomplications, and the bug-studded lipgloss situation had been sorted by then.What a strange day.