is bad. I feel like today that someone has ripped my liver from my body and smashed it into a thousand pieces and then made pate from it.
Last night was Lost Vagueness. I scared small children at the Tube station with my blue hair and PVC dominatrix outfit and (unfilled) multicoloured super soaker. I also got to perform on stage with the marvellous Rude Mechanicals which was a lot of fun. It involved writhing around at the front and sucking marshmallow toes, a favourite past time of mine.
I've also found another great greasy spoon, which always makes me feel fulfilled.
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