I've been honestly sitting in the living room every day doing little DIY projects. Painting and making stuff and all that stuff. That's been kind of cool. I got to find out I apparently have a passion for that.
Apparently, my father was funny. I didn't really know him, but people have theories that the gag-smith gene trickles down through the blood amongst other terrible traits like a big nose and a temper.
Call-time has renewed my faith in the need for public financing of elections. 'Call-time' is where I as the candidate, sit in a room with my 'call-time manager,' and a phone. Then I call people and ask them for money. For hours. Apparently, I'm really good at it.
The university's business is the conservation of useless knowledge; and what the university itself apparently fails to see is that this enterprise is not only noble but indispensable as well, that society can not exist unless it goes on.
I don't make notes for myself because I either lose them or they make no sense to me at all. I once found a piece of paper with the note: 'everything.' Apparently I made a note to myself not to forget everything!
Apparently, my mother still thought I had too much energy so she signed me up for a local theatre group, marking the beginning of my career.
I'm forever a Pittsburgh Pirates fan. Apparently I've picked the worst baseball team in the world.
I've been invited to do 'Strictly and they told me who I would be dancing with because, apparently, you have to train with them for six weeks before. But it's just not going to happen because my body is knackered.
Australia has a thing where apparently it's fine for me to dress up as an Asian woman. No one has questioned that.