we didn't have a funeral service for pinky the gecko.Instead,my flat mate(i shan't say who) has decided that once dried out,pinky will be cooler than he was alive...so,he's out drying in the cold,scottish air.That is,till the seagulls come to claim him.The mourning goes on.
Having finished the essay at a most unearthly time,i found myself drained physically and mentally.Coupled with the untimely death of pinky,the past week has proven to be a most trying experience...however,i have survived.I get by with a little help from my friends and all the rest.
Today,I went to the fishmongers for the first time.I was pleasantly surprised to find them selling "salmon fettucinne(spelling?)"...one day,when I have money,i shall return to buy said product.goodness,i just realized how boring this sounds....sorry,i must apologize.i seem to have lost the ability to be interesting.next entry,get ready to read about the nocturnal lives of midgets and mice.....