Specs Appeal

Well, here I am. I am now a new Constanze. An upgraded Constanze who now comes with ALL OF THE VISION. Probably. I've been wearing my new glasses nearly all day and I haven't enjoyed them one bit, I feel like I've toppled over the edge of being attractively nerdy and into mental librarian territory. I really hate having this weird piece of plastic on my face although I guess you do get used to it. Ergh. Here I am posing with my disgruntled face. ME NO LIKEY GLASSES.

Sorry for the terrible quality photo, as you all know I broke my phone's screen and loads of screen dust built up inside the lens creating this mysterious blurred effect. Ooo, hair, ooo, bathroom tiles, ooo, mint green.

In other news bits of that radiotherapy blasted tooth have been falling out all week and now there's a big sexy cavity which really needs looking at because it's an infection waiting to happen. But of course, I'm off on holiday tomorrow so that's not possible. Waaa. What is wrong with this one ruddy tooth? All the rest behave, they chew and they shimmer. There's aaallllwaaays one that has to have a quite literal break down.

Not much news in Constanzeland... I guess I should be off, I have so much wandering to do and I am knackered knackered knackered. I only got through my day at work by locking myself in the library and playing Devin Townsend on repeat for about two hours solid. ANIMALS ANIMALS and we're LUCKYYY.

See you on the other side of the Balkans!

Constanze :)

P.s I went to a very strange event last night. My hometown is twinned with a town in China and they sent some government representatives over and I was invited to go and meet them and listen to some speeches and watch them sign deals and stuff. I was expecting it to be a big event but when I got there I soon discovered there were only about 30 people there, all much more important than me. This bloke wearing a necklace came in and immediately came over to talk to me but I was more interested in the snacks. Turns out that he was the mayor. Then I got in a car with a stranger. How the hell am I still alive, hanging out with the Chinese Government and potential murderers?

P.p.s Speaking of strange events, Find Your Sense of Tumour is drawing ever closer. Some woman was supposed to phone me to discuss my speech (or whatever) but she never has and that makes me sad. I want to think and plot ideas and create the demise of everything ever. And inspire and jollify.