Not much happened yesterday (day ten). Well, I say not much, but apart from very nearly shitting my pants when a kangaroo jumped out at me while I was out running, that’s about it.
Oh, and I got drunk. Quite drunk. Not just on Gin either; as my preferred drink of choice slipped down my neck quite easily, the fresh lime creating a zesty tang in my mouth, I also decided to add into the mix some wine, a corona, and finally some more wine. Yes, it was a very palatable experience. Today has not been the best day, as you can well imagine. And justifiably so too. I awoke to my alarm going off at 7:30am with no idea as to why. Then I remembered I had cleaning to commence at 8:30 and with a dulcet groan, practically dragged myself out of bed to go and empty bins and disinfect toilets. The rest of the day I spent in bed until it was time to go to work. Joy.
I feel slightly ashamed at how my hangover has induced terrible counter-productivity as all I’ve wanted to do is curl up in a ball, eat carbs and watch films. And I keep promising myself I’m going to explore Marvel Loch some more of which today would’ve been the perfect opportunity. Oh well, there’s always next week.
Chasing Amy-Lou 