Good Intentions...

Why do the best intentions in the world never work? I had the best intentions last night to do many of the things I have been putting off all week. I finished work a little early and went home with the goal of doing some washing, tidying the sty I am living in at the moment, making some nice but healthy tea and writing another Blog update. Well, Things didn’t go according to plan. My fatal error was that I sat in front of the fire at about 5 o’clock for a couple of minutes to warm up and relax. It would seem that I relaxed a little too much because the next thing I knew it was 8 o’clock and I had been past asleep for around 3 hours. By the time I got myself out of the chair I was really ready for some tea and didn’t actually get around to doing any of the jobs I had planned. It looks like I am going to have a busy night tonight!

After finally dragging myself from the chair I went to make myself something to eat, by this time I couldn’t be bothered to cook anything so I ended up just having some cheese and crackers, which by the way was very tasty. As I was preparing my culinary delight, my mother came in with a bottle of Champaign, there was no special occasion, someone had just bought the bottle for her as a thank you for something. Well the next thing I knew she had poured me a glass and we were sipping on Champaign. I did feel very posh!

I tried to get to bed relatively early in order to get as much sleep as possible so I could get up this morning feeling a little more alive than yesterday. Unfortunately this didn’t happen either. I lay awake until about 1 o’clock, and then woke up almost every hour after that. I am not the best sleeper at the best of times I have trouble getting to sleep and I usually wake up many times in the night, but I generally go straight back to sleep relatively straight away. However last I had a very restless night and lay awake for a while each time I woke. This morning when I woke for the final time (this time with help from my alarm) I came round to a very bad case of heart burn, it felt like someone had poured petrol down my throat and thrown in a lit match to follow. I had the feeling today was not going to be the best day of my life either. And it seems that Champaign with cheese and biscuits are not the best mix of evening meal for me!

I was chatting to my friends Kel yesterday; she started her Blog this week and has put lots of photos of her life on her site. I was having a look through some on these photos and I stumbled across a very dodgy picture of me and her. It was taken about 3 years ago on a holiday to Newquay. Myself and Kel decided to join her uncle and his partner for a week of fun and sun down south. Only a day or two after we arrived there we both thought it would be a great idea to go and get ourselves pierced! I had my lip done and Kel opted for a more subtle nose stud. Don’t get me wrong I loved my lip ring so much and the attention people paid me because of it was great. I wished I could have kept it in forever, but due to my parent hatred for anything pierced I knew this was not an option. It was a little silly but for that week it was great. My lip did swell to a very large size, drinking without the aid of a straw was not easy and I had to clean it with salt water around three times a day but like I say I loved it! We had a great time although we did have a rather large argument one night, but this was swept under the carpet after a little girly chatting and a sobering night’s sleep. The picture on Kel’s site shows me and her one morning looking a little rough and I’m guessing we had been out the night before for a shandy or two! We have made plans to go to the lakes for a weekend in the summer for a re-enactment of our Newquay experience! It should be fun, I’m looking forward to it and I hope she is too!
I hadn’t realised I had written quite so much, I better stop typing now or I will get less done today than yesterday.

Until next time…