sevenhelz

I got sent round half the hospital to find my damn appointment to be told that I don't have coeliac's, that's quite rare actually; I do however have wheat sensitive IBS, although this may be a phase. Basically I can still tell people I'm gluten-intolerant, but the explanation is now even more boring and time-consuming. Also, I should eat some wheat but they don't know or particularly care how much.

The other day I had an orgasm. I never had one before. It felt nice.

If I eat organic I tend to feel less ill. Maybe this is psychomalogical, or maybe it's just that organic lemon cake tastes soooooo goooooood :)

I just poured milk on the floor :(

After about a year of badgering, mongoosing and horsing around I finally got Steve to let other people into his house. Woo! I envisioned small gathering, pehaps just John and Joanne coming round, but Stevie invited all the band and quite a lot of them came. It was amazing; from Wednesday to Friday the black box was empty, and then by Saturday it was completely full. Also I gave up cooking after I dropped five sausages on the floor. And burnt some of the gluten-free ones. But hey, we did burgers and I had cooked some yummy potatoes so that was okay.

We didn't go ice skating on account of having gone to sleep about six hours before we were due to be there.

Mmm, beef. When I am really poor in uni I may give up on the whole being healthy thing and just eat beef butties. They are yummy enough to almost make up for the pootiness.

I want to see Colleen dammit!

I played at the Ormskirk somethingty civic mayory doodad yesterday. Woot.

Saturday night I found out Bold Miners' sells Quinns, which is yummy and does not make me die, for just over a quid a bottle. This is a third of the price in Edinburgh, or at least while the Fringe is on.

I'm looking forward to the day I can walk into the Halifax and say, hi, I want to close my accounts.
xxx