Well, it's four days until I am twenty one. To be honest, I'm looking forward to seeing friends and family more than the whole party thingummy.

I'm going to take the dance mat, xbox, and dance game, plenty of alcohol, and me and my pals can get suitably drunk and play on the dance mat for ages. :-)

Then have cake and throw up. Haha. Only joking.

I'm hoping that I'll be OK by the weekend. I've had a cold for the past week or so, with a really bad cough, and it's getting annoying now, and it doesn't help that we're run down because it's the end of term and that I got chastised at work today for something that was not really my fault (definitely not my sole fault), and made me miserable all afternoon and into the early evening. I think I just need to stop feeling sorry for myself, and stop thinking everyone hates me and get on with it, and think sod em if they don't get on with me. I'll spit on their cake I give them for my birthday. ;-)

Well, I think I just need to sleep this holiday, because I'm getting so grumpy apparently I'm not very easy to live with, so maybe if I'm asleep, the horror will be easier to bear. Ho hum