Tiredness and weekend rampages, or something.

I am tired.

I say tired, actually I feel like I have been turned into a human sponge, filled with water, wrung out repeatedly and then sentenced to a weeks hard labour in a juvenile sponge camp. And just so you know, that means i'm very very tired.

The reason for this tiredness possibly stems from my ridiculously busy weekend which went something along the lines of this:
get up at seven on Saturday for my waitrose induction day, iron everything and make breakfast, burn breakfast, make toast, do hair, do make up, quickly check waitrose letter to check the exact time I have to be there, realise I don't have to be there til half ten, realise I could have had two hours longer in bed, fling pillow across room in frustration, watch X factor reruns in frustration, go into waitrose for proper time, watch a million ridiculous training dvds and answer multiple choice questions about fire safety, leave waitrose, go to carnival, get monumentally pissed, engage in various stupid activities such as falling off a wall, riding in a drunkenly driven car, ill-advised snogging and tripping off every pavement I was stupid enough to set foot on, go back to friends house, go to bed at around 2, get up at seven, go into work at the bar with a hangover to end all hangovers, work like a sloth on slow pills (I dont think anyone noticed the difference), drive myself home, stall at a roundabout, get home, have some dinner, watch X factor, go to bed.

Now if you felt faint exhaution and/or nausea while reading that, imagine how it felt living it. My inability to go to bed at a sensible time on school nights has not helped this, and for that I blame Family Guy. I could be at a party tonight, and I should be on a school trip, but..... my bed is for once looking surprisingly attractive. At least, it will do once I clear it of uni prospectuses and empty pom-bear packets.

So on that note I bid you all good night. You, my faithful seven followers. For now, i'm going to ignore the fact that one of the seven is me. I'm not actually sure how that happened. But I luff you all. I do.






*nods wisely*