Finally diaryland has let me in, while I was waiting for the box thingy you type in to pop up I was chatting to my friend Richie on ICQ, you know the one I have a crush type thingy on, yeah I bet you are all sick of me, but who cares, anyway the conversation is right in front of me and he says that and I quote "you are attractive and I am not saying that to humour you" and "you always look stunning when I see you" yeah I know he was just being nice but damn I will keep those sentences and concoct some Austenesque fantasy and live happily ever after... I am such a loser, but hey with me you regular folk can feel normal and laugh at my pathetic existence.

My ears are extremely sore and have swollen to the point that I can't get a cotton bud in and it really hurts, you don't know pain until your ears are swollen shut.

What else, am back home in 'H'town' for a few days so have regular net access, and my queen sized posture-riffic bed all to myself oh god it is so good to sleep in a proper comfortable bed that isn't a bunk, yeah and am reunited with my stash of wool, oh gosh how i love my wool.

I think I better go to bed yeah and dream of a life where boys call me stunning and offer to buy me things.