Two a.m.

Just got in from hosp. I'm tired. Excessively tired. I shouldn't be here. I certainly shouldn't be on the computer typing in the dark but I have to wait for my bedroom to warm up downstairs before I flake out ont he bed. Cab driver tried to chat me up. Nearly slapped him but thought better of having fisticuffs in this state. I might not win and I hate losing fights it just won't do, and who knows, I'm very tired and might have over reacted. It's only an effing phone number. I guess if you could even go so far as to say if I'm still fanciable in this zombie like state it could be considered a compliment. I guess any girl who gets in a taxi at strange times of night alone is going to be asked out by a lone male driver so it probably isn't a compliment. Might consider them strange for NOT trying it with the way their little minds work. I'm rambling. About sweet fuck all cos it's all that dosent matter. Bed time Kiria. Bleugh! (The sound that squidgy thing on the Guiness advert makes) Bye.