the fall of gingerbread, or how i made gold out of butter using nothing but a used toothbrush; i’m spitting gold baby!

wow, interesting day (and an interesting title, i’m in an odd mood).

i am still ill and there seems to be no signs of improvement, though my headaches have stopped. which is good.

yesterday was rather interesting. after i got back, we went out and basically acted like immature idiots. running around, knocking on peoples doors then driving off. fact is, i was with a group of 20 year olds. “mature” adults running around. excellent.

got home, phoned hen for like 10 minutes (she was worn out after her first day as a vet bless her) then fell asleep. had the strangest dream AGAIN. you know, i think there’s a connection with being ill and strange dreams. i will look into that. but this one was about a gang of asylum seekers going into peoples houses and stealing illegal immigrants and selling them. when i tried to stop them they were like invincible, no matter how many times i knocked them out cold. their license plate was “SUM M0NER” which was strange since all license plates in England have maximum of 7 figures. hmm.

for lunch i had a fudge doughnut and a bottle of pepsi. i’m so hungry.