"The only difference between me and a madman is that I'm not mad"

Just in case you were wondering, the title is a quote from Salvador Dali. I couldn't think of a title for this post, but I think this quote suits me very well, although I AM mad.

So, ok, today hasn't been very good. Not good at all in fact. Actually, it has been dire. I don't really want to talk about it, and I am sure you don't want to listen, so we'll move swiftly on, to something small and trivial, that kept me going for the rest of the school day. My friend, who I shall call Lozenges, for the sake of keeping her identity secret, is an expert tennis player. We both share something in common - our obsession with Djoc. Anyway, as always, Lozenges was playing tennis on the courts against Zopo at break. Alicia and I have made a dreadful, yet hilarious, habit of going up to the fence and distracting her. We particularly like triggering her paranoia, by laughing and pointing at her. She would turn round and immediately think we are laughing at her. We would over-exaggerate our failure to stifle our laughs, and then as she turns back to the game, we would be in fits again. This continued for 10 minutes or so, before we set out on a walk round the world, leaving Lozenges and Zopo in peace. On our return to K, we made some interesting discoveries concerning some yr 8s, whom Alicia and I haven't established nicknames for, because we need to give them time to develop (the nicknames as well as the year 8s). Just realised how perverted that sounded. Will leave you with that thought :P.