Goodbye, Mr. A.

I am so tired. I had to get up for a NINE AM lecture today. I very nearly killed myself. It was not pretty.

I didn't even go out last night.

No. Instead, I spent TWO HOURS doing my laundry. That is right. Mainly because I couldn't work out the stupid machines. Mainly because I am stupid. And I didn't know how much washing powder to put in, because there was nothing telling me what to do. I WANT INSTRUCTIONS, PEOPLE. And it's not even that I've never washed my own clothes before, because I have, and I frequently do at home, it's just that these crazy mofos are useless and don't display in clear terms what to do. Then there was the tumble dryer calamity. I have never even SEEN a tumble dryer before. I sort of stood there, staring at it for a little while, trying to work out which buttons to press, and how much money I'd need, and how long it would all take to dry, and whether I would ever finish reading the Bible (not random, we had to read Genesis for the lecture today, which was exceptionally boring, I might add, and I did nearly have to stab myself in the thigh with my biro in order to remain awake). In the end, I just shoved all my clothes in there, slammed the door shut, shoved 80p in the little slot, and continued to read the Bible.

It was fascinating.

True story.

Hahaha.

John stayed this weekend. All we did was watch music channels, and the X Factor. We are cool like that. He is staying again this weekend. I assume all we will do is watch music channels and the X Factor.

It's good.

Nothing else of interest to report.

I'll probably be back blogging again soon.

Mwah mwah etc.