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today, stratford ate the contents of the cat's litter tray and then threw up all over the leather chesterfield sofa in the studio, in front of an assembled crew (carefully avoiding the tiled floor).
it wasn't very pleasant: his puke stank like shit...literally.
there could of been a picture here to prove it but i was gagging too much to take it.
i was feeling sick before that anyway, after spinning maximum round and round by his feet.
shot a timeout out cover in the morning.
packed for valencia in the afternoon and evening.
i'm getting ill: great timing: i've got a heavy cold/flu thing going on.
i already miss my family (wuss i know) and i haven't even left yet.
will this site go live tonight/tomorrow?