I haz big blisters. And it's my own fault for putting-off. I couldn't wear my nice black boots because they need re-heeling, and have done for about six months. Still haven't done anything about that so I had to wear my purple and cherry-red patch ones. Which look beautiful. Sadly my heels don't agree with that part of the statement at all.
Ow.

....will go freely to anybody who can answer the following question in a sensible fashion.

Why on earth am I so utterly crap?

I had a lovely day out today with Carli, Amy and Sarah. It's lovely to spend time with friends, and not with people who only like you when you tell them what they want to hear ( Read more... )

I've not had much to say, if I'm honest. Life sucks. All apart from the plasticine garden, life has sucked hard for the last few months.
But that's life. That's my life, anyway.

I went to see Dr taylor (aka Mr Lung Man) today, and he tells me I'm nicely healthy again, and I don't need to see him any more. YAY for me ( Read more... )

And i am also rather daft. Because I decided it would be a good idea to walk back from the doctors, instead of being sensible and taking the train.
My legs hurrrrrrt.

So, there has been an annoying loud squeaky noise going on for about the last hour. I thought it was some lil brat from over the track, with a new and noisy toy of some kind ( Read more... )

Chuff me, it's cold ( Read more... )

LOADS of it. Yay! And here I am, ill, and wanting SO MUCH to get out there in said psnow and make a riotous mess with it. And I can't. Well, I can, but only if I want to be more ill. So I shall just sit here and look all wistful and pathetic.
Ho hum.

I wasn't even in bed until two in the morning.
How is it then, that I managed to get up at quarter to eight? And be perfectly able to function on so little sleep?
I must be getting better. And about forking time too.