Oh dear, I'm well sick.
I need a cup of tea but really can't be fussed with getting out of bed.
Wait, watch this, I'm gonna do it.
Back. Due to the astonishing rate at which I drink tea there were no appropriate mugs available for me, so I'm lumped with a mosnter size one which has WORLD'S BIGGEST MUG emblazoned on the side. A present from my adorable brother.
Sleep last night wasn't good. It was punctuated my sniffles and dreams of tattoos, my arch enemy and my most loathed ex.
Last night I gave the tattoo thing a lot of thought and still have no answer :)
It's really hard. If these things only lasted for 5 years I'd be in the chair like a shot. I'd probably have a whole sleeve done. It's the whole permanent thing thats doing my head in.
I remember saying that if I didn't get into flight school I'd have my wrist inked. And I still don't. I've gone off the wrist idea though, I'm more taken with the idea of having something that you'll never see unless I want you to. Perhaps something up the side of my ribcage.
Oh, so many deicsions.
In other news it's 6 days until I fly to Portugal with John, which I'm really looking forward to. I miss having a tan, I can't wait for winter to be over and done with.
I should probably get dressed now. And do something productive. I might try and tick something off my list today :)
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