Where are my cow collectors? I am bursting to go to my dancing class and they haven't arrived to take away the horrible cow that I hate ... Oh, they're not actually late yet. But if they are late then I'll be late and the world will end.
Dieting news: I am not as fat as I once was. However, I am far far away from the target I set myself for Canada. Oh fuck it, who cares?
I have had a delightful morning of paper shredding. I have shredded every bit of paper I can find including my bank statement (We don't want Mr Smith feasting his eyes on that). I had forgotten about the shredder and had spent many an hour worrying about my identity being stolen and someone else spending Mr Smith's money. I pressed the wrong button and it went into reverse spewing shreddies out in an alarming manner until it jammed and I fear will never work again. I will continue with ID theft worry.
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