Dear Diary, It has now been 12 days since my first letter to my new penpal, Barack Obama. I’m very disappointed to report that I’ve had no reply from him at all. Not even a postcard. I’ll be honest – I really expected more. At least when I was penpals with Kylie Minogue she, or … Continue reading
Dear Diary, There hasn’t been much to report in terms of rash activity (by which I mean activity of my rash, not activity that is spontaneous and ill-judged) so I haven’t been mentioning it. You know me, I don’t like to complain.
Dear Diary, I didn’t take note of the rash yesterday as I was sort of hoping that if I didn’t think about it it would just go away. Unfortunately it hasn’t. Once again, it’s worse in a number of ways. Firstly, it has grown considerably, which is never a good sign. Secondly, there are more … Continue reading
Dear Diary, Things have taken a further turn for the worse on the rash front. I said earlier that it hadn’t grown any, but I’ve just compared it now to the picture I took yesterday and it definitely has. I’ve got a forest of little green nodules growing from it now, too, and the smell … Continue reading
Listening to: Famine eating. Mood: Itchy. Dear Diary, Today is Friday the 13th, a day considered by many to be unlucky. It’s a silly superstition, of course, but then I’ve learned first hand that most silly superstitions are basically true. I still shudder when I think what happened to Famine when he walked under that … Continue reading
Dear Diary, This is my first entry (oo-er, missus! Fnarr, fnarr! Etc, etc). No, but seriously, this is my first diary entry. I’ve decided to keep a diary because… well, because there isn’t exactly a lot else to do around here at the moment. Or any moment, for that matter. I’ve never kept a diary … Continue reading