ahh it’s been a while.

This is purely to inform myself of my own existence if I ever doubt that I was here at any point. I’m still alive and well for the most part, working quite a lot but finally enjoying my time off by not sleeping, eating rice and making Mum’s birthday present. My next door neighbour is a psychopath and I check the door every night to stop her from getting in. It’s Bath, I don’t need to worry about anyone else. Boots is kind of fun, Katy squarked today after a customer departed the tills and I found that amusing. We finished early and I therefore felt satisfied with the way my life is going. I need to register for uni again, although going back to uni after 3 months seems a little abnormal really. Dave might be coming over tomorrow which makes me think that I should really wash his hoodie, which is stained with gravy, chocolate and smells generally quite nasty because it’s been worn by an unshowered being (me). My room is untidy and smells like cooked food, not that I’ve done any more cooking than frying some mince for both lunch and dinner (slept until 1 so thought breakfast should be omitted). I’m on series 7 of House and still want to have sex with Hugh Laurie as much as he’ll let me. I think it’s the facial hair. Or the limp. Or the grey. He’s so beautiful, especially when Lisa is wrapped around him. I think I should probably doze off soon in preparation for next door’s drilling at 8 tomorrow morning which she inflicted on us this morning. I thought I was having a seizure. Maybe she’ll accidentally hammer a vital organ or something. We can hope.