Le Soleil Brille! Mierda, estoy ocultando en las sombras...

Ah, it is afternoon and the sun is out. Bliss or what? NO. CAN IT PLEASE FUCK BACK OFF IN AGAIN? I CAN'T SEE. AND MY SKIN IS DYING. Thanks a lot, uv rays. Women didn't burn their bras for equal sun related distress, I'm sure.

Sorry for that somewhat abrupt start to this post, I had to get that little rant off my chest. I know that bitching about something about 10^29 times heavier and 7^8 times taller than me probably isn't going to end well, but still, "To bring about the rule of righteousness in the land, so that the strong should not harm the weak" and all that jazz. Is our old star isn't careful I'm going to phone claims direct and say he pushed me off a ladder. THEN WHAT WILL HE DO? As you can see from the above photo, I went out with my homies for a game of mini-golf yesterday (yes, in my heels, and no, I couldn't see, so yes, I did come last, although not without some help from the beautiful Jane) and by jove did the sun try and piss on my parade. It was only picking on my because I have leukaemia. My legs weren't being all too useful either, nor was the twig that decided to impale itself in my foot. All in all, a tip top day, but my god could I not see or walk and my god do my eyes hurt today and my skin itch and eep. I am so bitter at the sun. Just because it gives life to everyone and everything it doesn't mean it's allowed to go around bullying the little people.

One thing I would like to brag about though is how incredibly pale I look in these photos. I am WHITE AS A SHEET. SUCCESS. This makes me very happy indeed. Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the palest of them all? You Constanze, of course. Next step, move to Neptune. Everything's cool on Neptune, where you're a good 30 AU from the sun and the nice blue shades go with your whiteness. Please try and ignore how weird my leg looks in the below photo though- it's the shadow from the tree- I don't have a lumpy deformed leg. I have a weird lumpy deformed coccyx and a weird lumpy deformed mind and some weird lumpy deformed bone marrow, but my legs are cool. At least aesthetically, anyway.



I've had a hospital free week (bangin') so there's no official hospital news to tell you. Tuesday is the day. See how the cancer plan is going. Be outraged at Imran for going to India when he should be doing my bone marrow. Get mistaken for a member of staff. Fail to understand the Caribbean accent. Wall into lift walls. All the usual stuff. (Do lifts even have walls? What does one call the side of a lift?)

Now, I must leave you all. I have letters to write and food to scavenge. No one could be bothered to do any food shopping my my house, so we're existing entirely off IKEA biscuits and cup-a-soups. Actually, that's a lie, they're soup-in-a-mugs, because they're even dodgier, and if you're going to drink something dodgy, you might as well go the whole hog.

Shoo me. xXx

P.s Here I am in a pose I imagine I would use if I was in one of those buy-a-bride catalogues. Looking all pretty with my face and casually groping myself to advertise availabilty.



P.p.s Please vote on what I should do with my life. I can'd decide and need other people to make important decisions for me so I can blame them if they go wrong.