Star date, Tuesday.

“If it’s got an ass, I’ll kick it!” I keep saying to myself while having my ass kicked at 6.30 AM. I’m so knackered that my mouse starts to clicking in slow motion. Suddenly,  I bump into a solution – like a blind cat bumping on a dead mouse, in the dark.

The frustration of thousands hours and 3 long years of trying to grab it and wrestle it to the ground converts into pure energy. For a nanosecond hope that Great Britain and parts of France will forgive me for disturbing their slumber. 😂

It was a syntax error – I’d missed one letter – ‘s’ – I give up, I give up, I give up. “What are you trying to universe?!”, I pontificate frantically,  as the universe smirks and Mona Lisa smiles.