Had a very long day.
Very long, involving getting lost in the B-roads of Essex, and I've come back to the rearing prospect of 10pm-4am work stint on Saturday night.
But in the midst of the weariness, something I've hoped for for a long time has come through. So, for a few weeks in February, I'll be on the golden commuting route to work in The Big City.
Very exciting!
(Say, 'Very exciting' to yourself in a Welsh accent)
Am off. Too much to do here. A pizza, a glass of vino, and a large dose of literature is required.
I did, I said it to myself, under my breath, in a welsh accent. Now I feel silly.
Hee hee.
What literature did you have a large dose of?
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson.
Interesting stuff.
On second thoughts, I'm not sure it classes as literature. It is certainly literary though. Or at least composed of consecutive words.
I, like Karen, did as I was told and now feel silly. :)
Sorry.
(only not really because it is funny)