Oh woe is me..

My last day as a 24-year-old, and I spent most of it in bed.
I don’t think I’ll be hitting 250 words today. I used all my energy getting out of bed and turning the computer on.
I’m not gonna get depressed if I’m ill on my birthday. I’ll just postpone celebrations for a few days and let rip like a good ‘un at the weekend. In between dozes today I’ve had some great chats with Sophie, and she’s invited me and Hannah up to visit her in Edinburgh next month, so that’ll give us both something to look forward to..
Sod this, I’m going back to bed.
No offence intended – “it’s not you, it’s me” as many a cheating bastard boyfriend has uttered in his time..