Be 'appy. 'Appy like a 'ippo. -- Along Came Polly

I have been feeling more jolly recently thanks to some severe bank-balance crashing purchases including 1 x pair of Nine West bitchin' shoes, a skop (skirt-top) and several slinky-going-out ... pieces of material (they don't have enough substance to qualify for 'top' status).

As I like to say: what's the point in having a milllion dollars if you don't look like it? (Or in my case: what's the point in having $300 and now having nothing, but looking great!?). Since everything in my life is going fine I am highly worried, because nothing ever goes fine all of the time. I expect there will be some kind of devastating bombshell in one of either a) family and friend friends b) work or c)love. And that is terrible.

Since the return of EB (ex-boyfriend) I have been in a state of permanent anxiety evidenced my lack of appetite (frankly, a miracle), my sleeplessness and general antsy-ness. Not to mention highly naughty dreams, the contents of which would fit better in a pornographic Jilly Cooper novel than the life of an average Laura. It's scary stuff...and scarier because they're my dreams in my life!