I'm so so tired.
I decided to indulge my wild 18year old side and go out on Thursday night, however a simple night out progressed into "post-lash drinks" at my friend's apartment in town, which then turned into staying up till 6.30 and being squashed in a bed with two other people. That then turned into an entire day spent at said flat (he lives right opposite Reiss, I'm so jealous) and eventually getting home nearly 24 hours after I left. So of course I then chose to spend 1 hour at home before going up the road to the pub...

AND IT'S SO HOT.
Of course by hot I mean 25 degrees C, which is hot for here...
But anyway, trying to choose where to eat in town yesterday was like one massive walk of shame as I only had the clothes that I went out in (a lovely daisy print dress I got from a charity shop, will post about it soon) and I smelt. It was gross.

And the moral of the story is; impromptu nights are the best and 22 year olds get worse hangovers than youths like myself.