Meet me in Hospital?

Team Meeting today with The Big Shots.

If I fell out of the London Eye, and then got half eaten by street performers, the compensation I'd recieve would still not afford me this woman's daily wardrobe.

A delivery hadn't been made, so I was late to the meeting. That horrid moment of everyone getting up so you can squeeze past. Could you not have left the space closest to the door free? I knew I'd be late when I didn't get into 3 trains in a row waiting at Holborn. I'm one of those people that finds the light in every situation, and after envisaging my walk of shame found myself giggling on the train. That made everyone- crammed together, touching each other- very comfortable I'm sure.

Survived it though, and it was in a lovely place called the Hospital Club. If you don't have to be a member (which I'm pretty sure you do), lets go for coffee and thinking.

Boyfriend is in a place I can't spell. Yeovil? Either way, it's not here, and that irritates me.

I kind of want to ditch him for a week though, get him back once Valentine's is over, because for the life of me I don't know what to do.

I can't buy him something extravagant, because I can't afford it and it's too soon to be buying the world. I can't get him something thoughtful, I already did that for his birthday and I can't think of much else. Honestly, I don't do much thinking, and my head has decided to rebel. It's given me the (dis)ability to blur my computer screen when working. I can see just fine, I can focus on this just fine, but edexcel? Nope.

Should get back to it though. Phonecalls to make and a travelcard to make use of

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