Dearest reader, I write this during my first available time having read my rantings from yesterday.
I will clarify that I had consumed. At lunch. Boris did indeed visit, and is someone who shares my love of performance theatre. We did indeed provide entertainment to lake goers, however the rest of my rant falls into the category of myth. I have no designs on Boris. He is a professional artist, who is also a friend and large gentleman I ride upon.
And so to today. I am 'working'. Reader, I am a librarian. I work amongst the musty tombs of the greatest minds of our world, and some from beyond. One day my magus will be completed, and I shall take great pleasure in mounting it on a shelf before tendering my resignation to the pony tail who seems to believe he is my superior.
The library. Once a place of learning and self reflection, now a day centre for the insane and elderly with bladder control issues. Only this morning I was required to mop up under the seat of an old lady with facial hair. She had the discourtesy to loudly accuse me of perversion, leading to 'words of advice' being given to me by the ponytail. One more event and I will be subjected to the formal disciplinary processes of the County Council. Reader, I would relish the chance to represent myself in a court of law!