And good afternoon...

"Two posts in one day? What is this lunacy?!" I hear you cry...

Well, frankly, I have nothing further to report today, other than something along the lines of 'By Jingo it's hot'.

It's tricky to know exactly what I can put in here, because I know some people I know are going to read it eventually, which means I can't really put stuff about them on here.

If anyone reads this, I'd appreciate some advice on that problem...

Maybe I'll just refer to people by false names, like 'bottle' and 'calculator'.

Actually, that's not as silly as it sounds - refer to a person as the item they most embody...

Well, in that case, Candyfloss, you're very sexy, Teddybear, you and I really need to have a chat and Prefect, you have GOT to sort your head out...

Ok then, that's the way forward. I'm going now before I start making sense.

Night night x

I WILL get there eventually...

Ok, it seems that I'm always telling you that I'll 'update this properly sometime soon'.

Well, if I haven't told you that, I meant to.

And I meant to update this too.

Are we all up to date now? Lovely. Then I'll begin...

Ok, I'll give you some stuff on my recent history and maybe I'll get around to telling you some stuff about myself in depth one day.

Very Recent (today): Woke up at 8:10am (which is the EXACT time I'm supposed to leave the house), rushed around like someone who's half asleep and boiling hot, got my stuff together and left the house. Surprisingly, I was only 20 minutes late, which is fine because I'm always 20 minutes late. Bonus!

Other news today - I've been worrying that I had somehow qualified for immaculate conception, as I'm FOUR WEEKS LATE!! (Note the term 'virgin birth' wasn't used, for obvious reasons) Thankfully, today, my body seems to have woken up - so no mini-Kaths just yet, Hurrah!

My feet hurt. I bought some flip-flop type things last year which I've barely worn because they kept flying off my feet while walking. This saturday (nearly a full year after buying the things), I had the idea of tightening them up. Success! They now fit and stay on my feet! The only down-side is that they seem to have taken offense to being tightened and have chosen to rub the skin clean off in several places. It hurts. And it bleeds. All notes of sympathy, plasters, germoline/savlon gratefully received.

Quite Recent (the past week or so): I decided to contact a favourite teacher of mine (Mr Tabbinor - Maths) last week. Haven't spoken to or laid eyes on the guy in nearly 8 years, so I thought a quick 'Hello, how are you' was somewhat overdue. To my absolute amazement, he emailed back and we've been getting on like a house on fire. Which is nice. I know that your grubby little minds are thinking that he must be a very sexy teacher and I'm just catching up on whatever schoolgirl fantasies I entertained at school, so it will therefore surprise you to know that he's just your standard bearded mathmetician, who I genuinely respected and liked all through my school life. I may even be meeting up with him the next time he's in London, so how cool is THAT?!

No, you're wrong, actually it's very cool. No, shut up. Yes. It. Is.

Ok, as I'm actually at work typing this, maybe now's the time to sign off and promise (again) to be back soon with more words.

Goodnight, and remember, Keep 'Em Peeled...