Or did I dump him? It's hard to tell. So anway, once again I trudge back to spectacular spinsterville with my tail between my legs and accept singledom all over again. I hope to flip I can find someone to while out the rest of my days with, 'cos it's flipping lonely on my own. I sound like an old woman huh? Well, it's dawning on me that I only have a couple of Caribbean months left before I have to head on back to Old Blighty. The sun'd better bloody be out when I get back I'm telling you. So here's your notice Sun Gods.. I should be going back around July-ish.

... note to self; today you chewed two nails off in a fit of nervous stress and chewed all the others off in a bout of depression, so you now have STUBBY FINGERS. Don't do it again. Also, this will serve as a marker to tell how long it takes for the flipping things to grow back again. note to self over ...
... note to self #2, it is now the end of MAY and your nails have only just grown to normal length again.

today's efforts

sleeping ***	exercising ****	veggie-ing ***
watering ****	handwashing *	laughing *