I had a dream last night. I was stuck in a flat full of skinny ass models probably because I saw this girl whose thighs did not meet. Does the wind whistle through?

Speaking of girls I saw yesterday, because I love to keep you informed of girls I see that are worth mentioning, I presume the French are on holiday because the large bagpacked groups of olive skinned students have arrived. I thrust my way through one group of these, exhausted, far too warm due to heaters being left on in the offices, trying to hide the big blue plaster on my wrist because it looked so utterly ridiculous and squinting a little more than usual, when suddenly one of them turned round and shouted "Gauche!" in my face. I received half a smile in apology but who cares, she was gorgeous. A french bundle of hair and a purpley red jumper. It made up for the twiglet legs of earlier and the trapezium shaped man still to come.

Anyway dream. I remember struggling to pull my tshirt off from under this weird dress thing that someone had zipped me into before I could take my existing clothes off. I remember something about glasses and people prodding my eye. I punched this blonde girl in the face while she slept (classy I know) and all these tiny pills came flying out of her mouth along with atomic fireballs (which I have an insane craving for now). I mean they just kept coming. And then that was some sort of a clue because those pills were found somewhere else and I'd solved a murder.

Then I read the most amazing book I have ever read and it changed my life and I woke up to the last three chapters of the goddamn Aeneid for the exam I am ill-prepared for.

Plus side? My eye doesn't hurt like fuck anymore. It is only mildly irritated if I look wildly about the room for instance. Also my hair doesn't suck for once.