19:00 I wrote a blog entry. It took a while and then it deleted itself.
Frustrations of the internet.
So here we go. Let’s try and replicate it again. *** 17:00
I have returned home now. Post op. For a while I waddled around like E.T but with sassy white hospital bra and pants, which alongside my dirty red hair, making me resemble a curvier, dirtier less athletic version of Lelu in The Filth Element. I’m coming off a mild opiod addiction which means I sleep for twenty min
The Guinea Pig Diaries: Diary Entry from an Out-of-body comedian at home. Preface: To the three people who read this - I have not written in a while, thus I apologise for the long sentences. This was written on a huge boost of opiods, coffee and St Vincent playing in the background. ******* 12pm - Monday 29th October - Location - Family Kitchen - Pain Level: 7 out of 10. I am covered in dog hairs. I find them in obscure places that they shouldn’t be, between my toes, behind m
I write this on codine. I am spending this afternoon in my flat getting better aquainted with my new best friends for the next few weeks: Crutch 1 and Crutch 2. I'm now going to have the henchest arms in Adelaide. Guess which goon chose to be all clumsy and break all their toes bar one on their right foot? That's right. Me. WAHAY. I blame having too much fun on the beach with Demi Lardner yesterday. In celebration of the lovely comedian Gorden Southern and his birthday, a lar