Stare at Venus through my window a little longer, watch the sunrise.
Get up, pack for walking, be driven to the Cotswolds, walk seven or eight hilly miles wth my folks, interspersed with flasked coffee and lunch.
Come home, bath, massage/moisturise feet and legs.
Sort the final few boxes from the house move, build my free desk and bedside table from flatpack.
Dinner, Firefly, bed, wank, sleep.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Sun 12 Dec 2010, 7:14, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

That's a busy Sunday
I could probably only be arsed with about three of those things. Good luck!
(BelladonnaAnodyne Melissa's gonna wet herself, I swear..., Sun 12 Dec 2010, 7:23, Reply)

Luck is not a factor.
It may be busy, but I'll feel fucking great as I fall asleep tonight.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Sun 12 Dec 2010, 7:34, Reply)

You forgot to add
IN MY OWN HOUSE!
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Sun 12 Dec 2010, 10:56, Reply)