Haven't done anything about the broken hoover yet, and the place is in a state.
My stomach is acting up and I've puked three times today. Wah...
Can't remember my dreams, and haven't lifted a pen/ brush in days.
I was so exhausted and achy this morning that it was a real chore to get through my workiout, and mostly I've just lain about. It was 18 degrees today, and already getting a bit warm for my taste. I was tired of the constant chilly rain, though.
Yesterday I went to a 'coffee and cake' meeting on the estate, as they advertised a collaging session. It was just popping things out of a printed card, to layer them up, though, nothing 'arty', There were only 3-5 others there, all friendly enough, so I wasn't too withdrawn, but still felt 'peopled out' and glad to get back to watching TV trash with moon snoozing on my chest.