Today I have been mostly:
Contemplating going out in the sun. Even got as far as putting on bikini before realising that Maman has hidden all the sun cream. Does she want me to fry? Yesterday she allowed me to fall asleep in direct sunlight, hence lovely one-side-of-neck-and-one-forearm lobster effect. Not pleasant. I was also Officer in Charge of Barbecue, for no good reason other than I was closest to the bag of charcoal. I disclaim responsibility for the huge quantities of carbon my family must have ingested.
Also, swotting up on Wimbledon. I did wonder if I could launch a tennis career... then I realised that I'm 21. It's a wee bit late. My sports possibility list is dwindling. Unless they start having competitive sleeping, or watching trash on TV, I'm up the creek.
Last Night's Dream:
Was something involving being trapped in a factory. Interrupted by Maman entering and giving me a list of chores, none of which I could remember later. I wish she would learn that I'm not actually awake in those scenarios; I have sleep- "acting awake" down to a fine art.
Decision of the day:
I'm giving up sugary goodness for the foreseeable, in an (probably doomed to failure) attempt to shift some of my 6-odd stone of fashion-depriving flab. Replacing sweets with grapefruit. It cannae last.
Evil Man Contact:
None. He's possibly ignoring me. I like to think he is incredibly busy, but he's probably actually sitting very still and purposely not replying to my text (sent 30 hours ago and counting).
Song in head:
Avril Lavigne - Complicated
Programme on telly:
Changing Rooms. But it's not Lawrence, so it's going off. I'm probably missing the Darling Buds of May.
Unhealthy Attraction of the day:
David Jason. And still Shane Richie
Next for jenlion?
Off to prepare my trivia-gland for an audition tomorrow - the BBC quiz show Judgemental
