my heart hurts
i am still confused
as to why at 5 in the morning
shots of black absinthe seemed like a good idea
3 glasses of squash
one bottle of water
and two cups of tea later
and the palpitations are still there

last night was becca's birthday, theme: roald dahl.
I was a rather convincing ladybird.
from james and the giant peach?
sam's outfit was impressive, she went as 'giraffe, pelly and me'. she bought a giraffe mask, covered herself in brown spots and hung a cut out pelican around her neck. obviously, the 'me' part was not hard.

I went back to joe's and somehow just sat for about 4 hours!?? this baffles me. eventually, after george and charlie deciding 2 shots of joes absinthe each would be fun, I walked home in the rain at 6.30am and woke at 9.30 to say goodbye to sam. when her dad came to take her this morning, he kindly informed me that I "looked rough. really rough." yeah thanks.

jack left his chocolate digestives for me and holly,
a small condolence. consolence? i don't know the word. you get me.
bleh.

today I received my £50 cheque in the post for my commission.
it makes me really happy to think, that that £50 will go straight to the parking fine people.
who, by the way, are still charging me.

life is great.