Sundays

I'm not even going to bother today. Not with the "I hate Sundays because" or the "I love Sundays because". To be perfectly honest I just don't care. That, and I'm a bit pissed. I had a Bacardi Breezer on friday night, a large Baileys last night and a sparkling white wine about half an hour ago. I was up, I got up to give mum her birthday presents and to greet all of the family who came to do the same, but now I'm so tired, I just came back to bed. I'm so very incredibly grateful for my iPod app right now. To be perfectly honest, I think this may be a hang over. It doesn't take a lot to get me pissed so it wouldn't surprise me. I don't really want to go to school tomorrow. The busses, the everything else. There's a person I'm really dreading seeing because I've gone back down a path I never wanted to revisit. Ughhhhhh kill me now.