Eww, this sultry wet weather is almost as bad as sultry sunny weather. It makes me feel sick.
Radio weatherman promises big dip in temperatures in the next few hours, which would be nice...
I don't know if it's just my innate paranoia, but it seems to me that obituaries lately are often mentioning peoples' size as a contributing factors to their deaths. NB the writeup on Mercedes Sosa; 'overweight for many years...'
I find it all rather scary and triggering. (But then, I find most things scary and triggering...)
I was dreaming about a maniac cutting people's heads off in Soho last night. I think my brain cells still have a heavy TURANDOT infestation.
Damn! I nodded off watching THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF NEW JERSEY last night, before the big bitchfight in the restaurant. I hope I can find a repeat somewhere. Ohh, that Danielle...
I guess I really have to go to the Clapham Junction supermarkets now. I'm out of semi-skimmed evaporated milk, which I NEED in my coffee, and R Next Door needs stuff. Grumble.