Another way to die

I've been sitting at my rather nice desk for nearly the past hour just twiddling my thumbs, youtubing my life away and just generally ignoring my daily fruit intake, my weekly shower and the fact that I have to wake up early for work tomorrow. It's normalcy round are way. Though for the record the washing and vacuuming has been done.

So to balance out such crazy amount of work, I've decided to take a step back, relax and enjoy it all: I'm going to climb Mount Fuji in a month's time.



The guy with the cap and glasses and keeps on going "20 minutes!" like it's the funniest thing in the world is actually my predecessor whose teaching gig I took over. I'm also sleeping in his bed, that for some reason is rather soft. Don't look at me.

Anyway, after surviving an afternoon where I nearly got run over at least FOUR TIMES by people pulling out onto the main road and decided they did not need to pay attention to me, I think I can survive climbing Mount Fuji. But then again, I did predict that no one in the world would want to read about a boy who has a facial deformity, become a wizard, go to some daft magic school and save the world. Who would buy into that load of crap? Seven books and 6 films later, I'm still not sure who would buy into that crap...