Though yesterday at work (first day there) I was wandering off for a coffee when yig client looked at my laptop screen and I heard "Holyyyyyyy SHIT!" from behind me. That took some self-control to just keep strolling and not start laughing
We had a British Gas engineer round this morning to look at our boiler. The pressure gauge had been on the red, so I got stuck in and fiddled about, somehow reducing the pressure to zero which meant that we had no hot water at all, and had to call him in. I'd been convinced that I'd broken the boiler and was preparing myself for a severe bollocking from the landlady, but the engineer said I'd done exactly the right thing and had potentially prevented further damage to it. So I was pretty chuffed with that and am patting myself on the back as I type this (one handed).
Well, so far this year I've been told I cough like an eighty year old man, I need to grow some balls, I'm talentless and deluded, and that nothing I've ever done could have been of merit, because otherwise I'd be famous.
The new puppy in the local bar recognised me, and came over wagging his tail. He's bow-legged but adorable. I might adopt him. His name is Nietzche.
"And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. The genius. The will to do that. Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure."