I don't kinow why I didn't post yesterday. After watching the last Anne Frank, I really did not feel in the mood to do anything except cry. Buit today has been better. I was at work today, after AGES and it was really nice to get some money, since all I seem to do is bloody spend.
Anyway when my Mum heard that someone was at hospital, she being the little ray of sunchine that she is said in a very cheerful voice, 'well he's going to die then.' That really cheered me up and for a little while I forget this stupid funk that I am in.
I have discovered P. G. Wodehouse and he, like no one else I have ever read, makes me really laugh. My parents only have one novel by him in the house and what a novel! Very very funny.
So I have made my sister get me as many of the books as she can from the library. If she doesn't I will spend more money and buy them and I can't do that. I REALLY can't. She also managed to get me some Simon Brett books so hopefully I will not finance my local bookstore any more than I already have.
Anpother good thing is that tonight there is more of 'I SMOTE thee to hell!'. I do love a good smitting.
xoxo