Am Counting The Day Out

This is what I did today.

Took penicillin.
Got a call from my best friend. I told him I had toncilitus and he asked whether or not I'd grown my own medication? (He finds my dirty room funny.)
I read The Mill On The Floss. Not all of it.
I watched Frasier.
My Mum bought me ice cream to help my throat.
I had a bath.
I updated two stories.
I found my old poems. Then laughed at awful almost all of them were!
I applied to go to a free lecture on 'irreligious matters'. I don't think that's a word but Philip Pullman will be there so maybe he'll know.

I apologise about the crappy list, I am not a fan of those anymore. I have a theory that whenever I write a list nothing gets done on it. So now I just don't write them anymore. Wish I'd hung onto that one and given it up for lent.

My best friend is bugging me with his new atheisism. If I wanted to be lectured, I would have turned into Dawkins on youtube. In fact, I doubt that Dawkins would have bored me unnecessarily for an hour and a half.

Anyhow kids I'm off to bed / to watch more Frasier. Good night!