The bathroom is warm. I'm eating a tomato in my room. I think I'm drawn to houses with ghosts in them. I am pretty thirsty.


My toenails! They're so long because my manicure scissors are lying in a box of beads in my bedroom in London and I'm not near my box of beads in London, with Razorlight not going back to Dalston and Hot Chip being the hottest chip in the pan. I will have to buy some from the supermarché. Eleanor of the Fiery Furnaces is singing, do you wish my little boy was cute like mine, and I just wish I could speak French already, Oh have a pain au chocolat with your Guardian that costs nearly a zillion euros.


It's not a round tomato, it's an oval tomato and I don't want to go downstairs to get myself water because the ghosts might be there.