This weekend, as of this evening, I am actually doing stuff, which will involve London and alcohol and allsorts. Good, I'm bored of being home already. Seriously, yesterday I went to the doctor's for more pills and was kept waiting for an hour whereupon the receptionist told me she'd FORGOTTEN I'd arrived, despite the fact I quite clearly reported my arrival to her, and therefore if I hadn't said something then I would have been sitting in the waiting room ALL FRIGGING DAY. Next time I shall bring a megaphone to my appointment and perhaps sit there loudly singing 'I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts' into it, just to emphasise my presence that little bit more.

And after that I went swimming. And because the staff are obviously a complete bunch of LOSERS I had to endure the Delta Goodrem cd for the entire duration of my swim. ON A LOOP. Pleased I bloody was not.

Well, I think I'll attempt to go back to bed now. And probably have nightmares about hissing sausages, oh yes.

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