just slightly, mind. my face still hurts like a seldge hammer has bee through it, and i still look like a fucking baloon, but thats okay. i feel better.

chris is back! albeit, with his girlfriend, and he is leaving again tomorrow, but he was able to procide me with some much need nurofen!

i went to the stoopid doctoers, and ending up crying because she said i should go to the dentist. i don't want to go the dentist you fat bicth, i want you to give me some FUCKING MORPHINE.

to make me feel better, she told me she was scared of worms. yeah, cos worms are the same as having part of your bone structure ripped away by a man who pokes around inside peoples mouths by choice.

also, i got stuck in the lift. it was only for like, a minute, or whatever. but the doors shut and there was NO movement at all. as you may or may not know, i am severly claustrophobic, and can bearly stand to be in a moving lift, let alone one that isn't moving.

so actually, i have had a horrible day. i look like an absolute state. did i tell you i was woken up at 10am by some skanky rice boy hocking up phlegm in the bathroom right outside me fucking door?

i'm going to go cry in a corner somewhere i think.