I AM WEARING A DRESS

Yes. It is hot, and I am in a frock.
Dame Edna looks better in a dress than me. "Who's that dyke in a dress?"
That'll be me.
Whats worse, it has flowers on it.

I need a drink.

So, things have got better. I am *up* again, and having survived a nasty down week, and having done constructive things during it, I am being easy on myself.

I have been feated upon my minions of blood-lust. No, not vampires or slayers (worst luck) but winged beasts of hell. Midgies or whateverthefuck. My grandad told me I got bit so much because I had sweet blood. I think there is a part of me that still believes that 20 years on.

So, career planning. Do you think I'd look good in a cop uniform? Hmm...
Oo, how about teaching? Me, a role model...
Or maybe something in publishing...
Child shrink...i think not
Maybe go to Scotland, or America...
Something in academia perhaps...or is it acedamia? Hmm, nuts.

(I really must eat soon, it's almost 5!)

I fancy doing something crazy, but constructive.

Any suggestions for what I'd be good for will be greatfully recieved.

Mwah Kim X


Right. Still job hunting. Hunger pains are not friendly.
Missing intelligent conversation and human kindness.
XXX