war mongrel

Tomorrow I am going to London for work which is just an excuse to dine in fancy cafes, travel first class and feel like a suit-wearing bigshot.

I've spent all week running around with boys and/or finishing my housemate's birthday surprise(s) and I really, really need to sleep but that's not going to happen anytime soon.

This summer is going to be awesome (weather, plans) but also fatal (pressures of work).

I'm so busy I've only just realised I haven't taken any of the medicine the doctor gave me for my rancid gross painful permanent ear infection, so busy in fact that I've only just remembered that I even went to the doctor (and only then because I was describing the perfect parallel park I executed in the surgery!).

I wish this blog was fun like it used to be but it seems I've forgotten how to find humour in situations. I never see Boy Who Is a Tosser anymore and the other funny things that happen to me are only funny if you know that POGs aren't just those cardboard circles we had when we were kids.

I hope all you bastards are livid with hayfever this year x