If I could move I would like to go for a stroll, perhaps a meander through the park and up to Packwood to sit in the church yard with my book. If I could get off the sofa I might like to have a shower and take last nights make up off. As it is I am stuck here, trying not to vomit. Oh well, at least I didn't puke on my own shoes last night, unlike a certain Miss Phillips. Yes mum! I am home! Proud much? Boyfriend has gone snowboarding for a lads only holiday- I am bothered? No, because I went out last night for a pub crawl / dance in Eddies and drank far too much red bull and a bit too much vodka.
I anticipate that Rebecca will not be getting out of her pajamas in the foreseeable future.