You make me laugh like a loon on loon tablets!

How many times do we all have to do this? Get up, go to school, again? Before everyone admits it's a crap idea?

I've never had anyone say they love me before. Libby lobes me, that is true, but there is something a bit menacing about the way she says it.

He who laughs last laughs the laughiest.

Overslept and had to race to get a life to Jas’s with my dad. No time for yoga or makeup. Oh well, I’ll start tomorrow. God alone knows how the Dalai Lama copes on a daily basis. He must get up at dawn. Actually, I read somewhere that he does get up at dawn.

I am soooo excited, I am over-excited. I'm hysterical, I may have to slap my own face in a minute at this rate.

Here is my recipe for a mood enhancer. Take a friend, preferably one with a really annoying fringe and outsize pants, and when she is rambling on swiftly, push her into a ditch and run away.