Giraffes have no vocal chords.

Its nearing the witching hour, and theres not a chance that im going to get any work done before i sleep. So heres some pretty things that i want to own, and never will. H'expensive at $160, but still beautiful. (from www.tortoiselife.com Sigh. When i marry a billionaire...)

In other news: Friday i made flat pack dinosaur heads, and on Saturday i ended up frantically making some human teeth out of pink, blue and brown fimo- and painting them white for a very last minute costume for voodoo fancy dress. Two days later. and im still proud. Once i get them developed, ill post some of my photos, although most of Saturdays roll will be the out of focus view of someones nasal hair, and people sweating off body paint.

Sunday was spent with films in the hobbit hole (a place, rather than LOTR. and Avatar is pretty good.) and chinese food after monging out in bed. I only managed to get into it after sitting on the balcony for the sun rise over the tower blocks, and the peaches and pinks of the sky creeping up, and watching each others paint smeared faces in the cold blue light. Trying to block out the spring sunshine just to sleep is such a sad thing. Knowing how nice it would be to walk along Regents Canal, when the only others there being fitness freaks and insomniacs was nearly enough for me to give up on one nights sleep altogether, pick up my camera and go. But i didnt. Because I am entirely sleep dependant. And on that note, i bid you Adeiu, bonne nuit. a demain.