I'm upset. You know why? I'm thinking about birthdays. No one will be around for my birthday. It's at the end of the year. Everyone will be in Wellington or in NP or in Auckland and all of you will be together as a happy family. pah...
Have started reading Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. So far so good, I'm getting distracted by Jon's whining. Page one completed. Bleh... Douglas Adams great author, or was that an understatement? I love the first page. The bit about the girl who had that great idea and whatever.
I put on my jeans today and they just slipped down again. Cheeks are hollow. Dark circles under eyes. Must exercise. Or something. I look like a ghost. Hands and feet are like...well, ice. I think I might have an attack tomorrow. Or soon. Can't breathe..