health food

Hi. I went to see the acupuncturist for the first time in, like, a month. I had been, as I said earlier, I bit of a pig in terms of beer and choc-top icecreams. Oh my god I love beer and choc-top icecreams. Anyway, without having to try real hard, the lovely woman made me feel really damn guilty. And before you say anything I tried to justify it by bunging on the psychological need to kick back or act out or fuck up because I am not , in actual fact, in pre-conception, the other one is. And so if I'm not going to even think about trying to get get preggas till, like, KT has got and stayed pregs and then the little tyke is about 9 months old...well then it's all beer and choc tops for me. Isn't it?

But then she asked me about my emo health and my energy and my stools. And like any bad stool I didn't have a leg to stand on.

my own health

is going doon the toilet day by day. I am drinking like a fish and eating like a chippy.

I am not focusing on getting pregnant so I am wondering why I should keep spending lots of money on fertility treatment and macrobiotic food when I am broke as. I cancelled this fortnight's acupuncture, went to our little choir group and drank vodka. My cycle is not appreciating any of this but my bank account is and my mind is. Fuck it all.

I canna wait till we get a baby out of KT. I am going to squeeze it a lot.

My scottish accent in this morning's audition was excellent. If I get the role I will eat haggis out of method madness.