I have to set off for work in less an hour, yet I am still laid up in bed in my PJs and very reluctant to a) leave the bed, b) put on real people’s clothes, c) attempt to tame my hair, or d) put on make-up so I don’t look like the (newly-single) bride of Frankenstein. Murrr.
Sorry about all these inane posts, btw - I’m not used to not being able to call Damo and marp on at him about nothing; also I talk about random stuff just to keep talking when I’m down or upset, so this is clearly a thing at the moment.
Thanks for putting up with me, you lot :)
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