day off sick. didn't wake up properly until 7:45 and i couldn't face going in late for the fourth time this week.
ellie's coming home due to yesterday's french and treadmill incidents. thank god no norma today though, i just can't lie to that woman. she'd ask me why i wasn't at work and i'd have this perfectly constructed excuse and i'd just say "i called in sick cos i couldn't get out of bed."
not being able to get out of bed would be considered a huge thing in some families. in the shared house i lived in, i remember kate telling anna that anna couldn't really be depressed because she could still get out of bed in the morning. well guys, i'm not really sure if it's the fear of another day or the fear of getting sacked (and my dad finding out) that creates this lump in my stomach that keeps me hidden under the covers.
oh my god i'm a whinger aren't i? more positively, i'm anticipating a girly afternoon today. we'll sit down and pretend to revise and watch rubbish on tv like pimp my ride and newlyweds.
well i kinda slowed to a halt there... writer's block on day 2. but i'll be back
