Day 1

Got up at 2 am to have banana pancakes. The banana pancakes which Joy made at 5 pm, more or less 9 hours before I finally ate them. Joy's been back for quite some time now, I just never mentioned. The bad thing about cold pancakes, is that the butter doesn't melt nicely. Frankly, it doesn't melt at all. Then I watched half of Blue Crush, and eventually got back into bed close to 7. We're going to the beach today. I don't feel like. I don't feel like doing anything.

There was a funfair at church today. I didn't go because happy people make me vomit.

Funfair = a lot of happy people
A lot of happy people = a lot of vomiting

If you could just equate the 2 equations, you'd understand. I've been doing so much of the wrong kind of math, lately.

I read somewhere that human beings are creatures of habit, and it's amazing the kind of things they could get used to. But, I don't think that's the real problem. What do you do when something you're so used to, suddenly isn't there anymore? Somebody should write a manual on that.

Hey, Constance sweetheart. (Yea, you.) You're an Anglophile! Along with Johnny Depp, Nelson Mandela, Madonna, Gwyneth Paltrow, etc. I guess we all are anglophiles in one way or another. I just learnt that word- Anglophile. And I just really wanted to use it in a sentence.

We might not go to the beach anymore, seeing that it is almost 3 and everyone is only beginning to brush their teeth. Also, the sky looks sad. Hooray.

Have to go.