Well

Despite many offers, I am at home, on a Friday night, wrapped up in my PJs, Peep Show, my laptop and a slightly deranged cat.

It's all good, baby.

Of course, as per usual, I do not have anything to say.

I was supposed to be going out avec Rom and Tose, but this did not happen for a great many reasons. The cat is not a good conversationalist. It sits in silent, on my shin, curled up. Get off, cat of doom.

I would quite like to be a cat.

Not Morgy, though. She's weird.

Tomorrow, I am going to Camden to purchase some clothing for Bob's partay. I am going with May. Yes, May. I am a little scared. It is very likely that she will eat me alive. Or just kill me as a hilarious joke. I hope she doesn't. All pray, please.

Good bye, mon petit amis.