I always thought I'd be a grown up when I grew up

dr_wez, I had one for you, and it was very enjoyable.

Anyway, it appears that three Jen[n][i][e][y]s isn't enough to implode the universe, although it does make life easy when making introductions ("Sarah, these are Jenny"). We shall continue searching for other members of the Collective.

We visited Holier Than Thou, where despite already having captive balls, I bought 2 more. I confused a Small Child by woffling my nose at her, and fed nannyo a preparatory Creme Egg. We met a python and verified that Jasper is my cat, not my boyfriend.

snapesbabe was offered a discount in Forbidden Planet without asking for one. I think this counts as a SuperPower. It turns out that she also has boobies, and I discovered that sports bras come in black.

Apparently (according to tooth_fairy), I have smug genitals.

We were given crayons in Old Orleans, and we left an Elephant's bottom and Cthulhu on the tablepaper.

I resisted the Lure of Lush, despite tooth_fairy's discount thingy, mainly because of the sneezing and the queues, but not Starbucks. My spiky hair thing from Needles (which I was going to show a picture of here, but it doesn't show as much as I remembered (as indeed it doesn't in this icon)) attracted attention, ranging from "Funky Hair!" through a 12 year old girl pulling faces and a Bloke At The Station saying, "Can I touch it?".

It was a Grand Day Out :)

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I hate colds.

I hate how I switch between feeling hyperventilated and oxygen-starved. I hate how my ears feel as if they want to sneeze. I hate how my nose won't get *properly* blocked, or *properly* clear, but hovers somewhere in between where it's just irritating. I hate getting out of breath again, just as the Running Thing was starting to make it easier to walk up hills (such as the one to the Ally Pally) without being gasping at the top. I hate not getting a good night's sleep because of waking up & needing to drain my head.