And I was, like, OMG

Bleurgh. Today is a disjointed, sleep-deprived day.

Last night I dreamt about many many things, including having accidentally bought a vast quantity of make-up, riding motorbikes into central Dublin having bolted the engines in place, meeting Rob's relations (strangers) outside my old school, or somewhere very like it, and feeling ill.

I said to Rob "I think I've got PMS." He said, "Yeah, you're hot, cold, and ratty."

A relationship should be based on truth, I always say.

So now I have to go to the florist's. I don't want to, because the weather is vile, my cold is bugging me, and I know I'll get hungry. But some things have to be done. They won't believe that I want a bunch of daisies all alone unless I actually go and talk to them, I think.

I'll see if they will let me give them short notice for the bridesmaids' flowers; we're hoping to get them from Janice's garden (the daisies she was growing for me died) but I'd like to have a backup option.

Maybe later I'll write about yesterday, which was quite good.

My eye is bleeding

My left eye is bleeding. I went to Boots and the pharmacist there was very helpful and basically there's nothing I can do about it and it'll go away and I'm not to worry. Which is fine. But it's annoying, because the blood is slightly raised on my eyeball and my eyelid thinks there's something in my eye.

Meanwhile, I can feel my pulse in my eyeball, which is quite cool.