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I have just got up.

I am not at work. (I would have made an effort if there had been any water when I got in last night, mind.)

I am a bad shewho.

Good God I love bed!

(I don't love having no food in the house though. boo!)

Anyway, last night I did pop along to Camden to see niCe mUm (stupid capitals one day I'll get it right....)

This was possibly a silly idea, as I couldn't seem to hold glasses without shaking and filled myself up with sugar. This, of course, had NOTHING to do with boys in their pants at all (although boys in tights and binbags with brooms and henry hoover had me shaking somewhat with laughter.....).

More people should write songs about yahtzee playing nazis. This will always make me laugh. (Sod boggle, who is up for a yahtzee championship?!! COME ON!!!) As will the very though of Chris Dale saying "we are the pop group Sack Trick", but I digress.

Apparently whenever there is a little bit of humour about 'the blacks' I get a stern school teacherly reproving look on my face. Oops. Although yeah, I do sometimes feel uncomfortable.

Next time Kate Moss should apologise for her horrible little brother bullying me on an almost daily basis at school. It is his fault I am paranoid enough to have this fringe.

Shandy made me feel well again (hurrah for shandy!), but I realised I was starting on the story about sticking fingers up old men's bottoms story AGAIN (hands up who hasn't heard *that* one then? no-one? zactly.....) and realised it was time for home.

Stalking points = none.

And

diamond_geyser! I have jsut remembered! I clearly will NOT be there next time for the cunning plans. Boo. Hiss. I may be back from Whitby that very day, but physical state may not be willing. We Shall See.

(Also, I didn't eat any cheese so didn't have any silly dreams, thank you very much ;P )

Today I have been mostly watching Charmed and eating cous cous.

Bliss.