I hate my project. And I don't want to talk about it.
I had a terrifying nightmare last night. I had a baby!!! But I wasn't particularly interested in it. There was a big party in some big house with loads of friends and family and they were all playing with it. It looked like my brother when he was a pink squelchy thing. I remembered that I should probably name it and Kev's dad suggested "Janet", despite it being a boy. I was going to ask Kev what we should call it but decided that he wouldn't give a flying fuck what it was called as long as it wasn't a really stupid name. I wondered why I'd forgotten to tell Alex about it when she rang me yesterday (which was real) and decided that being pregnant explained why I'd eaten such a large and unusual breakfast on Sunday (also real). :'(
I reckon its cos I've spent too much time with georgina!
Anyway, I KNOW I'm not pregnant so its all ok. I also KNOW I still don't want to breed for many years. I'm far too busy. So all is well.
I can't get
this out of my head.
And now its time for soup and neighbours :)