Independence Day last year:
Look at these guys! Look at the one to the extreme left... what in god's name is he saluting? Or is he fixing his hair? Someone should teach this children how to salute. I went to a school talent contest the other day and this fourteen year old's 'talent' was to play the national anthem on her flute. She couldn't! She kept losing her air... so we stood, then she stopped and started four times and whistled in all the wrong places. Ludicrous. Also I am not physically capable of standing with my arms to the side. Like I don't sing happy birthday. I don't do the 'attention!'... i can't hear the word without 'seeker' after it... in my MIND!

Chocolate:
Could I eat any more? My will is made of something small and jellylike. Push it, it quivers, prod it, it gives way... Leave it out near the fridge and it melts. My best friend lives in London and my other friend is six foot tall, has a freezer full of meat, ice and milk bottles and a ridiculously untidy vegetable tray at the bottom. I find myself with my head in the refridgerator (great, i've forgotten how to spell now) anytime I'm bored.
This chocolate thing has got to stop. It is really an addiction. I ate half a bar of Rittersport yesterday. I want to stand up in a support group and say, I am a chocoholic. And then everyone should feel my tyres and nod sympathetically. Bob, my sister says that brinjals have nicotine in them. That's why they taste so good smoked... hmmm...

Dinner today:
Brinjals. The cook adds sugar to the food. I need to develop an imaginary diabetic condition to guilt her out of not putting any. Psycho.

Irritation:
What's wrong with me? I'm just irritable with everyone. The permanent roommate silently agreed (by not loudly disagreeing) that I just work up an irritation with everyone I come into contact with. That must be true. Tomorrow I will tell of the actress from Hum Aapke Hain Kaun with whom it all went pot bellied... pear shaped... whatever... Yes, she was wearing black leather pants and she had no arse. But is that any reason to judge her... (YES! YES MORON! My mind screams... sssshhhhhh...)