Heaven
Heaven right now would be
Me.
Sitting in bed.
With a massive duvet.
And an endlessly refilling mug of tea.
Reading anything that is not Washington Square (I feel like I've been reading it for most of my natural life. Damn you English reading list!).
Soft jazz playing in the background.
With a cat.
Knowing that the next day I don't have to get up at all.
I'm so tired and I want to go to bed. The play means that I haven't had a weekend for two weeks, and I won't have one for the next two weeks either. Don't get me wrong, it's massivo amounts of funness but I'm so exhausted normally that this on top of it means I'm going to crash soon.
Me.
Sitting in bed.
With a massive duvet.
And an endlessly refilling mug of tea.
Reading anything that is not Washington Square (I feel like I've been reading it for most of my natural life. Damn you English reading list!).
Soft jazz playing in the background.
With a cat.
Knowing that the next day I don't have to get up at all.
I'm so tired and I want to go to bed. The play means that I haven't had a weekend for two weeks, and I won't have one for the next two weeks either. Don't get me wrong, it's massivo amounts of funness but I'm so exhausted normally that this on top of it means I'm going to crash soon.