sickOh, and next time I decide to go for a head clearing walk, can someone remind me that my head is not clear and a walk isn't going to do the trick. What it will do is cause me to have a dizzy spell and then I'll vomit in a bin in Regents Park surrounded by random children, one of whom yelled 'hah hah' much like that Simpsons chappy. And then an old lady hit me with her purse for being a drunkard. But I wasn't! Why do old ladies like hitting me? Do I offend them? Well...I suppose vomiting in a bin in the park is a bit offensive. And I'm rather surprised I managed to make it back here. And now the smell of food is making me very ill.
This wasn't supposed to be so depressing I was just writing down things I need to do so I don't forget them. It's easier to do here because I've already used up an entire package of bright purple post-it notes. They were Aly's. I'll buy her more!
