Moving Home!

Yay! Eventually, anyway. I just can't wait though.

I think we've roped Felix's friend K into coming with us to Australia, which means less of a monetary burden on us. Although it makes some things difficult (we buy a sofa- do we split it in thirds?) the pros outweigh the cons.

I've always said that I don't want to live with roomates, but K is cool. He's my babysitter when Felix doesn't want to look after his baby (when I have one).

Speaking of babies, apparently I'm doing a lot of harm to myself because I'm not on any drugs for my endometriosis. The gynecologist said that every time I get my period it's getting worse and worse, until it turns into something massive. This just pisses me off because I actually *like* having my period so that I have an excuse to have a rest. I don't care if that's sick, that's the way I likes it.

Also the drugs make me so fat and I'm just not willing to give up my body so that I can feel less like a woman.