You've lost that lucid feeling...

Ever get that sinking sensation that you've gone and done something completely idiotic, and that you're just waiting for the repercussions? Waiting for that moronic moment to manifest itself into something that is no longer brewing in your mind as an abstract idea but has taken on a tangible form that has become part of the public domain?

Yes. It's been one of those days for me.

As a last minute favour for a friend, I agreed to be interviewed for a newspaper in Beijing that is looking for past Olympic volunteers to discuss their experiences at prior Games. I assumed it would be an eensy weensy quote of about ... let's say half a sentence... that would be slotted in somewhere. Something along the lines of:

According to one volunteer, "I had a fun time!"

It's not until AFTER I agree to be interviewed that I find out that it's a whole feature on 4'11. Which means, I had to come up with some TBS ('top bullshit' as one of my friends likes to call it).

I should add that it's 5pm when I get the phonecall to be interviewed, I've been marking essays for the last few days (that make me want to go on rampage with an AK47 aimed at students), I'm sleep-deprived, the last thing I had to eat this afternoon was a mint and I'm feeling very angry with the world at the moment (long story).

All this amounted to Christina doing her darndest best to do some serious BS-ing and instead coming out with alot of 'ums', 'ahs' and 'very very'. So, after being reassured that I was a most passionate and excited interviewee by my interviewer, I now wait... wait for the world to see how much of a twit I can sound like when the article comes out.

I'm changing my name and joining the witness protection program.