I've been pretty frelled all day. Went to the gym yesterday and performed new feats of sweat production. It's about six months I've been doing this, and I've lost six pounds! It really doesn't seem true. My Buddha-bothering sister attributes my over-amplitude to 'ancient twisted karma'. (The nuns at school would say it's 'my cross to bear')...I gets discouraged, though. Today I feel incredibly exhausted. It's mostly emotional. (I definitely am in an EXTRA-strange mindset these days.)
The nocturnal R actually got out of bed by 10 this morning, and dragged me with her to the MIND shop to score this fake snakeskin raincoat for a fiver. She got it; looks like it cost about 200 quid. Good for her. I went to Clapham Junction, still searching for the right shade of Dylon. Why does nobody have Dylon these days? That effort completely exhausted me, and now it's EASTENDERS time.