Breakfast time

Yesterday was a Bop, so drank a little (not much, I'm cutting down) and dressed up as robocop dinosaur. Sadly wasn't a patch on raptor jesus or zebra santa. The theme was fright night. Woke this morning reasonably refreshed, and blipped my lightly burning toast (I prefer burnt toast with peanut butter). Lectures and yaddayadda. Then judo, where a 100kg french man threw me around, and a posh dinner with a tasty beetroot tart.

Bye Barbara