After deciding to take a jog at six this morning in the snow I come back feeling utterly drained and felt the whole experience was pointless.
Shall I just become a couch potato to stay warm and cozy? Aren't womb like feelings good? I say yes.

Not only have I been making odd decisions lately, I've also been drawing and painting little pieces of cheese, not in the dairy kind but in the cupcake sweet sugary yuck-yuck kind.



On another note, did Chris Tarrant - Who wants to be a millionaire really just ask the question 'Where is a Liverpudlian from?' for 5 grand?