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Why did I just find myself singing "Suddenly toadflax" TTTO "Suddenly Seymour"? I mean, what?
Does this mean a) that I'm in such need of sweet understanding that I should seek it from a plant? (To be fair, it certainly wouldn't give me guidance, or indeed condescend.) B) That this this is "Brain Randomly Substituting Two-syllable Words Day" and I need to be aware that I may tell people to hedgehog on a link? C) That my blood sugar is dangerously low and I need chocolate?


(There are so many questions in life to which the answer is "chocolate.")
(Sorry to all the people who've been earwormed with "Suddenly Seymour." It could be worse.)

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Oh, yeah, meant to to say: the conversation at break this morning, which started off as period TMI and took an inexplicable swerve through merbabies ("No, I couldn't just chuck the egg into the local lake, because some bastards drained it. In 1793. I am still bitter."), ended up by establishing that all five of us there had school-sports-related scars. This seemed surprising at the time, but maybe everyone has an ear the wrong shape (me) or a sizeable chunk of gravel inside their arm (E.) due to the misguided notion that you can develop a love of physical fitness through developing chilblains and being shouted at?