While my insides slowly wither and die over the next.. oh.. hour or so.. I will write nice things about my day.

I had my hair cut. I now look like an 80’s rock star (The male variety) and some lucky hairdresser now knows everything about me. How do they manage to extract such a lot of information from you in such a small amount of time? Why does it take twice as long to blow-dry my hair than it did to cut it? Why is it necessary to cover my head in so many different sprays, creams, things??

I swear hairdressers are spies, they all meet up once in a while and dish the dirt on the world population.

Oh yippee!! We pulled one back! See? This typing is spurring making my team play better wooooo!!!!

Anyway.. hmmm after being robbed at the hair salon, I treated myself to a 5 cheese pizza and a bottle of girly drink. (little one). This won’t be a regular thing. I then came home and played Kula World all afternoon.

And that’s about it really, I am now off to play detective as it would seem that Freddie is not plaaaying WHY NOT?