Put the Christmas tree up, it’s held down with lots and lots of duct tape so Emmy doesn’t knock it over. I made bacon and sausage and eggs and beans. If you ever find asda online selling “Manchester Sausages” buy them, they’re not full of custard and bananas like I was expecting, or drugs like mum was, but they’re pretty nice.
I’m sitting here with my two screens and Terence’s laptop open, I feel like I should be controlling an aircraft or something.
I might tidy and rearrange my bedroom, it’s still full of boxes from when I moved.
Gah I dun wanna do this next assignment, it’s so boring. T_T