Mehhhhhh

Sorry.

I flew back Saturday.

Could've written.

Didn't want to.

I miss Florida.

I actually feel really effing depressed. There's no sun here. There's no colour. Sorry, but all the men are effing ugly (apart from fitty in Republic. Hellooo!). I was working yesterday and someone handed me a £20 and I almost told her it was wrong because it wasn't green. I had to quickly remind myself that it was pounds, not dollars. I miss the heat. I was sat in a jacket under the heater at work, everyone complained about the heat but I was like 'it's barely warm, shut up!' ... when can I go back? The Peabody was hiring like, 300 people and I so almost went to their job fair. You have no idea how close I came.

I will talk about Florida over the next couple of days, maybe a little disjointedly. I'll get my moan out of the way first though - some bitch stole my camera. We were in Hogwarts the first saturday, we had a butterbeer in the Hogs Head beer garden. I pic-whored myself drinking that stuff like crazy. But butterbeer goes right through you, so I went to moaning myrtle's bathroom next door, putting my camera strap on my wrist as I went. Got in the stall, hung up my stuff from honeydukes, left my bag on the floor, didn't touch my camera, didn't have an issue with it getting in the way of, you know, girl's stuff ... only realised after I washed my hands that the camera wasn't there. The attendant hadn't seen shit, said to go to Lost and Found. We went the end of the day, nothing handed in. They gave me a number to call, but I still cried. Later that week, we went in again and first stop was lost and found. Nothing. Went on rides and stuff, came back end of the day. Gave me the number again, filled out a form (on the third trip). Day before we left I tried phoning and it came up with an answerphone, so I emailed. I'm getting as much paperwork together as possible to send to my travel insurance company because I have a £300 limit with £50 minimum worth (you know, the first £50 doesn't count garb) so I'd like something to make up for having a piddly amount of photo's for 17 days of heaven.

I've seen a new camera in curry digital's sale in town. £90, 12 million pixels. 2.6 LCD screen. SD card compatible. Tempting ... once I've done my finances ...

Oh yeah, and boy turned into a demon child. I've never known him so naughty. Clara had scratchmarks all over her chest, I had scratchmarks all over my face, and his Woody doll had a day long time out when he was used in a bedtime smack down where I ended up with a horn on my forehead and another on my nose. So much for the boy who'd ask me for kisses and cuddles and copious amounts of fruit.