I'm at work, and really cannot be arsed to make contact with anybody. This is my fourth sleepover this week, so you can forgive me for being ever so slightly jaded.
Plus I had to make conversation with all those European men the other night, spending precious precious minutes explaining the difference between dispatch and disperse. It was just like being back at bloody work.
Plus one of my favourite 'housemates' was transferred elsewhere yesterday, so that she would be safe from the traffickers who abducted her 50 metres down the road from the house.
Plus le boyfriend has made it abundantly clear through the medium of a big beer-fuelled row that I am not to phone, text, or generally encourage Isaac, who as it turned out, needed very little encouragement to start things up again. Which leaves me in a big messy dilemma, entirely of my own creation. Bad little white girl.
Plus my mother is going mad, mad I tells ya. Her latest threat is to 'ignore you all, and go off to Dublin, where I can be alone'. Crazy white lady.
So, as you can see, I'm not really in the mood. This is funny though:












