1. I have 33 minutes to write today's journal. I haven't even thought about what I think about today. All I know is that I smell and the woman next to me in the library is shrinking away to be sick.
2. I spent the night on a sofa in the middle of nowhere and was woken by a small child beating me over the head with a toilet roll.
3. 31 minutes to go and fuck me there are some pretentious people buzzing about. Better not start annoying me...I can see that a showdown will be inevitable.
4. My sister could be going to India in 3 weeks I'd love to go with her but she'll probably be in a compound anyway.
5. 26 Minutes and you wouldn't think this was a library. It's more like a gossip trading community centre. Has someone just sparked up...christ.
6. Bread makers. Pure genius. We made some this morning and it was lovely to wake up to fresh bread. Once you get over all the bourgeois lumps it was quite easy to swallow.
7. I have been selected for International Wife Swap. More details when I have them.
8. 15 Minutes to go. How ironic! The thought of being on television sickens and intrigues me.
9. My journal is the only thing that I will be submitting to this site for the foreseeable future.
10. The Incredible Zac has been back to the dog doctor. She insists that it is his dew claw that is the problem. She did say that we could try and remove it ourselves. I would but I don't have a suit of armour.
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