It first became apparent when I was making coffee and realised that I had accidentally put coffee in someone's cup (thought they'd want coffee why wouldn't they want the coffee), and I attempted to remove the coffee from the cup by blowing into it. This worked, this was a success, but the coffee went from being in the cup to being in my eye which was at the time of the incident covering the coffee's only escape route. COFFEE! YIP!
Then I went and tried to find a flat or flat mate on the internet, and then I posted this on facebook:
looking for somewhere to live and also very hyper from all the coffee and slightly worried perhaps that my current state of caffeine intoxication is coming across in the messages which I am sending to potential flat mates and they may think I am some psycho psychopath who has a mind to kill them and eat them in their sleep. Which I totally will. Yum yum yum.
And then, much later, I remembered that I had given my facebook name out to potential flat dwellers, and now they think I will eat them?
aND I WILL!
I WILL EAT YOU!
YIP YOU FUCKING PONY!
And it's true, it's correct, I would eat them, but then, just now, I was trying to decide on whether or not to have more coffee, and then somehow managed to launch a plate of food I was holding against the wall as a result of a YIP involuntary muscle spasm.
Yeah, so if you know anyone looking for a flat mate in Hulme, tell 'em to start basting themselves now because I'm on my way round. That's me at the upstairs window, twitching.