2015-12-13
(the plugs, the plugs)
It takes a bit of getting used to being back in a bedroom that is literally smaller than my bathroom, and I’m not entirely convinced that the sun even came up today, but it’s good to be back home.
I’m not entirely sure that my sister feels exactly the same way, seeing as how I’ve spent the past 48 hours wearing a Father Christmas hat and making sure that she’s full of festive cheer. I have to hide the knives1.
A week of work awaits, then a quick trip to London (my first in two years!!), and finally: CHRISTMAS!
plays Slade very loudly
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though she probably already scored the biggest burn of the holiday by saying that listening to my music is like being trapped in Phonogram.↩