This Early Afternoon

I woke up this afternoon (1.30pm) feeling rather ill and confused. I had uncomfortable dreams about asking Angelina Jolie for a divorce, then immediately wishing I hadn't done, and so spent the remainder of the dream trying to explain myself. But she was so lovely. She was so loving and caring and she never once shouted at me about it. She just held one of our children and I could not believe how foolish I had been to jeapordise our relationship when everything was going so exceptionally well. I then went and rapped "FIGHT THE POWER" by Public Enemy in my greenhouse, then "Oh My Sweet Carolina" by Ryan Adams.

After this I woke up.

Already confused, I was more so when I sat up and looked across into the mirror. My hair had been perfectly straightened long around my face and I must have slept with all my clothes on, even, my glasses. For a few moments, I absolutely forgot who and where I was. Then my eye line moved to the can of beer resting on the mantel and all seemed to fit into place. It's been a funny week, this move to London. I've been to Tate twice, barely eaten any food, live in disorganised chaos, need a hair cut, walked naked in front of the window numerous times and realised that I really love the show Spaced. And when I'm not doing that, I've been going...somewhere? Doing...something? Ugh...I feel horrid.

Anyway, I figure I'd stick some photos up of my room so you can see how I'm living. They're a bit shaky, but then, I'm a bit shaky this morning...ah! Afternoon!!


mmmm...mess.

The view outside my window... new philosophy:

If thou shouldst avoid humiliation, thou shalt never walketh bare assed in front of open window.

It's just become a real problem that Mum isn't here to help me survive and I have reacted in the normal way...burnt my clothes, sliced HOLY HELL IM AN ADULT into my stomach and downloaded the entire Pokemon series 1 to watch until I finally resort to some child like innocence and have to be cared for by a more authorative figure.

SO! Plan for the day...organise myself, tidy my room, shower and then watch my hair return to it's glorious, curly self!

Life, huh?