One of the worst things about summer in London is the heavy smell of piss hanging in the air, just about everywhere you go...
I felt ill yesterday, couldn't get much sleep at night, and felt rough again today. Yuck.
There was a funeral leaving from the block this morning. 'Nan' in flowers in the hearse. I don't know who it was, but I was duly creeped out.
The girl in Coffee Lover gave me a free baklava, which was kind of her.
Wish I could manage to function a bit. I just have no energy at all, for anything.
I've got nothing to say, obviously. I'm just testing the new LJ Editor, which doesn't make much sense at all, so far.