  I thought I should write an entry about the onion, seeing as the whole incident was rather humourous. Basically I have a horrendously bad sleeping pattern, which is reeeeeally inconvenient. So I have to take these sleeping pills... The fun part is, they seem to make me go a bit mad (as well as making me stagger a lot, hmmmm). And mostly I just talk nonsense, but last night was, in retrospect, pretty damn funny. We have these red onions in the kitchen, so I got out a plate and very, very carefully dismantles this onion. It seemed extremely important at the time, and I took it very seriously. My mother was the only person still up, and I don't remember this but apparently she asked what I was doing and I said I was eating an onion, and then I went on for ages about its great significance so she went upstairs and left me to it. Anyway, I obviously ended up with a plate of pieces of crappy old onion, but I honestly thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. So beautiful, that... I had to do it again. I dismantled it differently this time, and ended up with these two pieces of onion which for some reason I decided were husband and wife.
So I tore them apart, and put them on either side of the plate. But then I took them apart too, and there was a mini version of the wife inside her, so of course that was the baby. And then I reunited them all on the plate, which was so wonderful it nearly moved me to tears (I'd actually only just stopped crying, but that was because of the onion, not emotion).
Anyhow, I then arranged it all very neatly, and took pictures. Equally fun is the sign I made to accompany my 'masterpiece' (I seriously did think it was a beautiful piece of art). In demented, scrawled handwriting it says: "DON'T TOUCH THIS - It's my art Laura Why Hi hello Hello HELLO" So of course when I got up the whole house stunk of onion. Yuck! Anyway, that's it really... Peace out xxx 
