Are you sitting comfortably?

I do hope so.

I was thinking a lot yesterday about itching. I honestly can't remember the last time at least one part of my body hasn't been slightly itchy. Not in a mental rashy or extremely irritating way. Just a little itch that can be ignored most of the time. Upon bringing this up to people I realised that I am in fact strange in this situation. Should I go to the doctors? I mean...it doesn't really bother me but to be the only one out of about 15 people I brought it up to doesn't instill me with confidence.
After dwelling on it for a bit I have decided not to mention it to people. Excusing this blog because one day it can be put as a titbit in my biography.

Last night I had an impromptu "mad one" with a couple of lovely people from work. We went to the blue posts for a couple before moving on to Shuttleworths for some late night, overpriced booze. This all went swimmingly well and I ended up expressing my want to go to a casino with 2 of the people who had turned up towards the end. After a large amount of confusion due to toilet visits and cigarette having I stood on Charing Cross road waiting for them.
While standing there looking lost and confused a couple of people I know from the Fox and Firkin walked by and said hello. I ended up, for some reason, joining them in an attempt to get into a rather skanky looking Salsa club.
All the fresh air had sobered me up it seems because, at that moment, standing in a queue for a place I have never wanted to go to, I made the rather wise move to fuck off without saying goodbye.
I walked on merrily in my own little world stopping only for some Dr Pepper in Tescos, got on my bus and went home.
A truely remarkable story from a truely remarkable girl.

I am now going to spend the rest of my evening trying to get all my songs on my ipod onto my itunes. I know full well how fruitless I will be because the computer isn't even big enough but I am sick of making half arsed CDs for people because I don't have the song on my itunes.

Over and out