"You hear laughter breaking through, it makes you want to fart. You’re heading for a breakdown, better pull yourself apart. " - John Cooper Clarke

>Some good news.

>My stomach has been feeling fine for the past two days thanks to the fantaaaaaastic peeelsa my Doctor gava me. Si, si.

The Twat, whom I love dearly, is not being loved dearly at the moment. He’s being a fucking pain in the arse and only told me a couple of hours later that he’s been throwing up all afternoon and feels like shit. Well, Dude, how was I to know. I’m not fucking psychic. Whooops, I be woman, therefore I am. I ended up telling him to buy a laptop and pursue the internet in another room.

Oh god – I didn’t mean that. If he spends money on a laptop then we’re royally screwed in every sense possible, not including ASD (Annual Shag Day) – that really doesn’t look as if it’s going to happen, so no screw there. Well, we’d be screwed everywhere else then. And it won’t be pleasant.

The Twat is just having an ‘off’ day which means that I won’t have to talk to him, can do my own thang and be happy in my own little way. Sounds rather soopah to me.

And darling Quickos should be making a come-back any day soon. He is getting on very well with Herman but we are experiencing a few FTP problems which could be the fault of Flickr, Blogger or our host thingy people. Once it’s sorted, Quickos will be back and I really am looking forward to that.

Herman is eating more, but still only weighs 3grs.

That’s not very much, is it.

And the Twat told me to measure Herman using a tape measure.

“Well, he’s not bent, is he?”