A Calm Mind

'Step inside, walk this way . . . '

If Bon Jovi would only pipe down

I may be able to type my Othello essay.

In comparison to Iago -

No. That's not right.

'Hey hey . . . da, da, da . . . pour some sugar . . .'

It's Def Leppard, not Bon Jovi.

Dammit; Iago. Ummmmm

Oh dear, the hair appointment is on Tuesday.

Have - tell Steph - can't - might be mad - work another -

I can't believe I stuttered in front of Tom last week.

'I'm hot,' blush-ing red, 'from ma head to ma feet'.

How would Iago react to embarrassment?

Oooo, now we're getting somewhere.

A scrap of skin is torn from my lip, clutched by my teeth.

Wait. Did I buy more onions at Countdown??

. . . 'mmm in the name of love' . . .

Oh that's right I did. Never mind.