So, as you may have gathered from previous posts, I frickin' love sertraline. I feel great, thank you very much. Before they fixed mah brainz, I dragged myself around, grudgingly went about my life, tried to fit in with all the wankers and did what was expected of me. Now, I'm zipping around enjoying every minute of every day, always doing things, ( Read more... )

HERE SHE BE!

Benedict Cumberbatch.

The end.

Oh, I suppose I should tell you that last night I got totally drunk watching Toupé and Fishbone and therefore had to navigate the Northern line this morning - which was amazingly, amazingly empty today - with a yucky head. Cider, I hate you. I thought I was about to faint and die when I emerged on Euston Square with ( Read more... )