not enough suitcases.
also, on closer inspection, my bike appears to have no pedals. this is a potential problem.
to move into my house. the house that will only spend 48 hours maximum being anywhere remotely near clean; will never actually have internet because nobody can be bothered to sort it; will probably kill me as it has shitloads of stairs and i can’t do stairs drunk; can never have heating as it’s incredibly expensive.
but still i’m actually moving into a house.
like, my house.
Bon Iver - I can’t make you love me / Nick of time
to all the like, 5 followers i have left.
ways to avoid being productive…
i spent all evening working a hell shift at the devil pub whilst my sister had a lovely time chatting to rupert grint.
and my feet hurt.
and i have to get up at 7am.
what is this.