Siiiigh. Caught my eye a busdriver braking at the lights, with a huge mass of bright-red hair worn loose like a princess; she looked at me coolly, and drove on. Then a young boy and his grandmother holding hands by holding the hands of his spidey action figure. Cartoon leaves. Finding the top I had decided I wanted and was sure I wouldn't be able to get anywhere, just like that (thank you, M&S). My muse getting rid of his Hoxton fin. It's not all bad.
The pet-lover's claim that dogs can smell your cancer got its moment in the lab this week ... so far, so amusing, but then an undiagnosed kidney cancer turned a small-scale test of a bizarre medical hypothesis into a tale of the unexpected.
Mood of google: I'm in credit la-la land, I'm out of Friendster. Quite right too, Friendster is very dull. Go join Flickr instead. That said, I really should stop posting about how sick I feel as I seem to be losing a friend per post.