I got to spend a little time with photol on Saturday, we talked a lot about things in general - in particular his situation with Mandy. I feel terrible that he's in this position, because he's one of the most endearing souls you'd ever hope to meet and I absolutely don't understand why this girl is messing him about like that. But there I go applying logic to an illogical situation.
I'm going to straighten up the construction zone at the house today when I leave here. Maggie has decided that her "contractor", Chris, will not ever finish the job and she's considering pursuing legal action. This means that she has to now find people to finish getting stuff done. And there's a lot left to do. At least when it gets cleaned up I can move things out there that are cluttering up the house, like the plumbing fixtures and what not. That will make her happy.
I'm having tummy trouble in a bad way right now. I had the unfortunate experience (that I will not chronicle here, it is just TOO gross) with toothbrushing earlier that has not only freaked me out c o m p l e t e l y, but freaked out my tummy as well. The mere thought of it makes me want to throw up the rest of my coffee.
I want to go back to bed!
Slut Izzard: You'll crawl into any duvet any time of the day. You get to shag everyone, and wear all their clothes. You're concerned with appearances, whether anyone will shag you, or whether you'll shag anyone else. Rejoice!! For you are a fashion queen.