Good afternoon?

Good. Nah. Afternoon, yes.

Here I am again. In an even more ghastly mood than yesterday's which is something serious man. Iv'e been out today for two hours and already been followed by a strange young man trying to photograph me with his mobile phone. Anyone would think I wasn't wearing baggy green combats with pink bovver - yeah - "bovvered" boots sporting a moody boat as long as the Thames at all.... Anyway, funnily enough, the strange little episode made me laugh at last, something I seemed sure was NOT going to happen today. Wrong side of bed would be an understatement for this morning, I feel like a corpse that just rolled out of a coffin at the local necrophiliacs ball. I feel about as responsive as one too. Urgh, I'm not sure why I said that and I sure as hell hope they don't 'ave 'em.

One slight cheery moment was when I rolled up in Swiss Cottage for a counselling session today. Yes counselling. What? Americans all do it. And they are a WELL sane bunch innit? ;-) Ah shucks, modern life is rubbish so every little helps. I stepped out of the car and thought I'd clapped eyes on Arsenal pin up Freddie Ljungberg. When I scraped my jaw off the floor and managed to focus more clearly, I realised he was in fact a labourer wearing a council worker's t-shirt. Unless the boy has had a serious career change or is undergoing community service on the sly, I was most definitely mistaken. Never mind.

Anyway. Iv'e eaten. I'm now onto my third dessert in 24 hours and I'm just about ready to trundle off to bed with furry. No better place for me today. And don't worry - all these puddings won't make me post teary "Lilly Allen" style "oooh I'm so miserable I'm considering liposuction" type messages - It would take more than a few pounds of flab to keep me down.

Back later wearing my happy face, promise.

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