So. Things.

I'm now on The Pill. I feel infertile. It's great.

Dave has left us now. He lived here for three months and the suddenly - oh hang on a second, I don't want to be here anymore - and he runs off. I'm over it but, alas, my mother is not. She's in a bad way and it's not really getting any better. She's going though the stage of 'serial-dating' which, although is good for her in some ways, is also causing her to get even more confused and depressed.

So, ho hum, all fun and frolics in the Poisoncat household.

On a brighter note, things between me and Billy are still fairly stable. We've had one or two situations of late, but I put that down the my hormones. My poor hormones, I blame all of life's problems on them...

I am starving. I've done nothing at all over these past two days. But, instead of feeling guilty for it, I actually feel quite refreshed. Refreshed in a groggy, tired sort of way, at least.