"My goodness, I feel rather disorientated...!"

So, we've witnessed the end of yet another break-neck, whirl-wind, exciting weekend in the ker-razy world of Soph. That started with watching 'reality' tv on friday night, moseying my way through work on saturday, and sleeping on sunday. Rock and roll, man, rock and roll.

you know, I think I am a five year-old trapped in a seventeen-year-old's body. For the second week in a row, I have speant pretty much the whole of saturday oohing and cooing over the cuddely toy section in Harvey John's. Either that, or I'm admiring the twinklyness of the new glitter-strewn 'My Little Ponies' we just got in. Seriously, I think I may well put my staff discount to good use there. And if that wasn't enough, I went to Ottakers in my lunch break, and got all excited because they now have a whole two and a half shelves dedicated to books about fairies. God, im sad. :D

And did anyone watch the final of playing it strieght on friday? one of the few reality tv shows left that is still mildly entertaining. But, heck, Marco was odd, wasn't he? "Yeah, I definatly think Lee's strieght" "but that must mean you're not!" "but I am!" Christ.


dum-dee-doo-dum dum... Enduring Love may well be riviting if youre a Sunday times critic, but it's a bloody nasty book to study.

Is it just me, or is the new Jameroquai video totally obscure?

*tiredness*

Hope all of you lot are well, or at least fairly close to being so. Physically, if not emotionally...

love lots,
S
xxxxx