YESTERDAY: Did not gym because my Achilles tendon was being aptly-named. Put on ankle support, finally rewrote my outline, dragged my boyfriend into London under the threat of going to see an exhibition about Robots in history at the Science Museum; arrived to find it was half term and that the queue to get into the Science Museum was very much ( Read more... )

SaturdayI achieved my first non-stop 20 minute run. Possibly in my entire life. Also worked on hanging leg raises, which are definitely a thing I can do but a thing that my body hates me for doing, especially my stomach, which is good because it means that bit may even be induced to sprout a muscle ( Read more... )

Life continues to be. I am genuinely concerned about the amount of fluid in my not-titties after comparing with the photos from just after surgery, and will therefore call the number I was given on Monday, when it is less inconvenient for all involved, and leave a message demanding to know how much is the right amount of. "fluid". Which, in ( Read more... )

Unlike apparently everyone else who flings themselves at words, I still prefer the "actually writing" bit to the "I have written" bit unless there's something worthwhile to distract me from the HIDEOUS GAP between "finished doing a thing" and "someone has acknowledged that I've done the thing, therefore it is Real ( Read more... )

I've been out with Ruthi twice in two days and I'm seeing her again tomorrow Ruthi I hope you're not sick of me yet ( Read more... )

The week so far, for the benefit of my ailing memory ( Read more... )

Yesterday Lindsay and I went to Spitalfields City Farm. We scratched a pig. We talked to some donkeys and were shouted at by cows and a chicken. Sheep and goats flagrantly ignored us and we played with a cat. Then we had sushi (damn nice sashimi), poked some shops in a listless fashion, had a cup of tea to recover from the sun, and stomped off ( Read more... )

We're not going to talk about how much I spent on cocktails last night because I will cry ( Read more... )

IT'S TIME FOR A NUMBERED LIST ( Read more... )

19. What do you collect?Partners apparently. Dust. Dead animals. Books but not in a very "collector" sense. I think my collector mentality which I had quite strongly and autistically as a kid was mostly removed by going away to school, and then by having to carry all my own shit a few times when moving house, and I think also it was never very ( Read more... )