A tiny pessimist.
Oct. 3rd, 2006 07:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whathoToday two small boys ran past me en route to their educational fortress. They were engaged in a race to the main gate.
The taller boy was leading by yards. The smaller boy puffed past me, trailing his arms. He muttered over and over again 'I'm going to lose. I'm going to lose.'
That's the spirit, my lad, I didn't quite say out loud.
The taller boy was leading by yards. The smaller boy puffed past me, trailing his arms. He muttered over and over again 'I'm going to lose. I'm going to lose.'
That's the spirit, my lad, I didn't quite say out loud.
