swank and wank

Feeling pretty swank:

• I'm back in London! Hurray! My head feels so much lighter, I'm sleeping better, and I love my new flat. Anybody want to come round?
  
• I'm walking better, and I'm not crying "ohhhhh fucking hellll owwwwwww" as much when I stand up, or generally move. Dad and I high-fived the other day when I managed to walk half-way to the Brunswick Centre before needing to get into the wheelchair.
• After this, we strolled down the Mall, and ate mini marshmallows. Everyone should do this. as you can't be miserable while doing it, it's impossible.
• Dad has stayed with me for a week - back home tomorrow afternoon - to get me moved-in and build my IKEA furniture. I was worried it wouldn't go, or fit into the place, but good Lord, it does! Shame he got screwdriver/stigmata wounds assembling it all.
  
• Lovely, slim bloggers who live in Germany who send you delicious hot chocolate items to aid your weight/strength gain.
  
• On the 11th September I'm going to some stock broker charity day at Canary Wharf. Slebs go too, and last year it raised £6m for charities, £100k of which went to Debra. I hope to pick me up a hot/rich broker.
  
• My latest internet obsession is Twitter. It's like a 95% cut-down Facebook. Yet, it's not like Facebook, as it isn't like poison, more like a milkshake. That doesn't even make sense to me
  

A load of wank:

• Despite walking and moving better, I have gained NO WEIGHT. It is fucking annoying, but I guess all I am eating is helping me in other ways, as mentioned above. My weight isn't even up and down, though, just at Scarily Low Amount of Kilograms all the time.
• My right hand and wrist is well bloody sore. So sore in fact, that I can't grip stuff properly, and texting is impossible. Typing this isn't too great either, so I'll leave it there.

YAY TO MORE SWANK!

I tag everyone to do this swank/wank list.