So, my body has decided to betray me once again, and as a result I am now missing my boy like someone who misses someone else really bad. And its only been one week out of three *hangs head* I think i'm doomed.

On the upside, tonight is the christmas pubcrawl which will be a drunken mess of awesomeness. So thats something.

Work is farking mental. So busy. And next week being a short week AND a pay week (where we pay all of our workers) its going to be even mentaller (new word ftw). So, you know, my brain may asplode with stressiness. We shall see.

Thursday is christmas lunch with the fambily. I shall enjoy the wackiness that usually ensues when I get together with the siblings. Photo amusingness will occur.

Anyway, I should really be getting ready to go out now.

Ciao.