Me, ruining other people’s days 2k13.
Then I remember my alarm says ‘6am, Friday’. Ugh. Godforsaken hour. At least i’ve relieved myself of hair-washing so it’s not 5:30am.
Reading a book is like having a dream; you think 4 hours have passed and then are surprised when you look at the time.
There are three spiders in my room - one is barely visible, the other is a large jump at medium and the other is the fat bodied long-legged kind of medium and is highly visible because it’s black whereas the medium one is brown and more camouflaged. They have all appeared today and I don’t know why. There are none, to my knowledge, in the other rooms. What’s so special about my room? Why are they all here? What if I wake up and they’ve all multiplied and they attack me?
I’m £23.89 over my phone bill because I happen to enjoy talking on the phone more nowadays, my mum woke me up at half 9 by blaring out the fucking Osmonds, I’m unnecessarily angry because my routine has been compromised and I don’t want to pay £23.89 for bloody calls on top of my normal bill. Charges are bollocks. It annoys me that I have to spoon-feed my mum through using my laptop too, I’m impatient and irritable especially when I’ve just woken up. Aaargh. Leave me alone I’m going back to sleep.