I Was Counting, Wasn't I?
Terribly sorry to have missed a day. Here's to make up.
It Was Once: 3 days to go until the Winter Olympics.
My excuse?
1. I went to town.
2. I got my Learner's License.
3. My brother missed his plane.
4. We had to wait in a motel room all day waiting for him to arrive on the bus.
5. I drank lots of wildberry yoghurt and ate half a roasted chicken (Serious, I have trouble finding things I can buy read-to-eat from a super market that I'm not allergic to).
6. I had a lovely time at the library.
7. Dear Josh finally arrived at 7pm.
8. We left town for the two hour drive home.
9. I learnt lots of wonderful things about Thailand.
10. We arrived home at ten.
11. I was very cranky.
12. I went to bed.
Now after 12 hours sleep and a whole day of reading you'd think I'd be better, but no, Mr. M.E. has the upper hand this time. I had to get up at 6.30am for the trip to town and I had such a migraine the night before that I didn't get anything more than a noninconsicental cat-nap.
I'm very, very tired. I'm very, very irritable. And I'm going to bed. Adeaus.
Countdown: 2 days to go until the Winter Olympics.
P.S. Would you believe me if I said my darling younger brother bought me a notebook made out of elephant dung?
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