Grease
Am so full of greasy gross takeaway. Massive chicken burger and chips, and mayonnaise. Yummmm. But also now a bit ewww.
So tired. Impromptu visit to the Boy's last night led to Not Much Sleep one way or another, so was all tired and grumpy this morning. Spent small amount of time trying to relocate brain from the chaos which purports to be my room these days, which really needs attacking with bin liners and things soon, and went on magical mystery bus journey through Elm Grove to get to the Brighton Youth Centre.
Danced two workshops with JP and Stacey (aka the dancing god man and television partner), and was properly wiped out, as well as made painfully aware of how bad I am at street dance. Really, agonisingly terrible. Something will have to be done about that, somehow. God only knows what, though.
Having got home, I stretched and changed and went straight back out to Viaduct Road where the boys were having a gathering at their house, involving funny films and drinking. I arrived, sat down, had a cup of tea and some cake and promptly dozed off with my head resting in my hand. Was rudely awakened several times by increasingly drunk people, and had to put up with the loud and crass Borat film before I finally thought "Crap, can't take this" and got my coat and left.
Being tired is not fun.
Must sleep soon. Have lecture tomorrow, then might have to spend yet more money that I lack and finally dance again, twice, and then be all upbeat for the club night afterwards. I have no idea when I'm going to eat.
*sigh* I wish men were simpler things.
So tired. Impromptu visit to the Boy's last night led to Not Much Sleep one way or another, so was all tired and grumpy this morning. Spent small amount of time trying to relocate brain from the chaos which purports to be my room these days, which really needs attacking with bin liners and things soon, and went on magical mystery bus journey through Elm Grove to get to the Brighton Youth Centre.
Danced two workshops with JP and Stacey (aka the dancing god man and television partner), and was properly wiped out, as well as made painfully aware of how bad I am at street dance. Really, agonisingly terrible. Something will have to be done about that, somehow. God only knows what, though.
Having got home, I stretched and changed and went straight back out to Viaduct Road where the boys were having a gathering at their house, involving funny films and drinking. I arrived, sat down, had a cup of tea and some cake and promptly dozed off with my head resting in my hand. Was rudely awakened several times by increasingly drunk people, and had to put up with the loud and crass Borat film before I finally thought "Crap, can't take this" and got my coat and left.
Being tired is not fun.
Must sleep soon. Have lecture tomorrow, then might have to spend yet more money that I lack and finally dance again, twice, and then be all upbeat for the club night afterwards. I have no idea when I'm going to eat.
*sigh* I wish men were simpler things.