this morning, at approximately 9.00 greenwich, 10.00 gmt+1 european time, as i sleepily flipped the pillow and felt the cold fabric on my right cheek, i became a twentysomethinger, hereby joining the other tenants' age group.
a few hours earlier, my organism went into red alert and deployed defense mechanisms involving a sore throat and not-very-atractive puffy eyes, thus affecting my body's performance for the, what will surely be, three following days.
at 10.45 i opened my bedroom door leading to a rogue ribboned balloon ambush and engaged in a fight against them with the help of what was thoroughly effective cellotape.
at 16.24 a single-use camera flash blinded the assisting persons as several candles were lit into different colored flames. exactly fifteen minutes later to the second, the cake was reduced to 15% of its original mass. a minute and seventeen seconds later someone mentioned that blowing all the candles out was a sign of good luck. i promptly replied that a certain magazine's annual celestial predictions warned that aquarians were facing a bad year, but that, however, i had read somewhere else that they made good pilots.
forty five minutes prior to the record above, plentiful wrapping paper was discarded carefully as surprise was displayed at a 'make your own eraser' set. at the same time, the amount of salted popcorn decreased a 25% while the sweet popcorn only suffered a 14%.
end of the report.