I was supposed to finish work today, but my boss asked me to stay for longer... to preserve my sanity I bullied him down to me coming in 2/3 days a week so yay, cash moneys but also sort of freedom! Friday night, cooking home-made Indian with the man (beef dansak, onion bhajis, chapattis and bombay potatoes) and watching horror films in honour of Friday 13th. Is it lame that I'm ridiclously excited that I actually get to stay up late tonight and drink cider and watch shit and play on the Sims 3 because I don't have to get up for work tomorrow? FUCK YOU CLUBBING AND DRUGS AND FRIENDS, I'M A HOME BODY NOW.
Except not really, but these kind of things are just bloody beautiful after a long day's work.
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